B Clones (Clones #1) - Laurann Dohner Page 0,27
shape, but with smooth metal for skin. The loose white dress it wore covered it from throat to just below the knee.
A horrible thought struck. Had this been Big’s um…girlfriend…before her? “It’s not atomically correct, is it?” She turned her head, shooting Big a suspicious look.
He frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“Does Magna do more than cook for you? Is she like a sex robot?”
He threw back his head and laughed. “No. She’s not atomically correct, as you put it. She cooks my food and cleans the kitchen. That’s it. Her conversational skills are also lacking, unless you’re discussing chores or what you’d like her to prepare for a meal. It’s been very lonely for me until you came along.”
She relaxed slightly. “She won’t go nuts by trying to murder us?”
Big looked highly amused. “No. Where do you come up with these ideas?”
“Movies,” she admitted. “Robots tend to go insane and become murder machines.”
“She’s programmed not to harm living beings.”
Gemma thought about that. “Are we considered human?” She purposely didn’t mention the clone word. She jerked her head toward the silver lady.
He sobered. “Yes. Magna doesn’t understand the difference.”
That was a relief. She faced the surface of the appliance, reading her options. It stunned her. She’d been to large restaurants with fewer items on their menus. “I think I’m going to be happy here if any of this tastes the way it did in the past.”
Big calmed a bit. Gemma seemed to like their home, but she also confused him. The kitchen-aid android had frightened her. They had a long way to go before she got used to present-day technology. He hesitated to mention the other droids on the station, including the living quarter ones. Would they frighten her just as much?
Gemma picked something for them to eat after she consulted with him and then he led her down the hallway, leaving Magna to prepare their meal. It boasted two spare bedrooms and the master suite.
“That bed is huge!” She left his side and, to his amusement, dove on it. “So comfy!”
He walked to the edge. “Do you like our bedroom?”
She flipped onto her back and smiled as she sat up. “It’s the most luxurious one I’ve ever seen.”
“I’m glad. This is your home now. Ours together.” He held out his hand. “Let me show you the bathroom features.”
“Good plan. It’s going to take me a while to get used to all this fancy crap. I can’t believe we have a chef robot. That’s kind of cool, if she can actually cook.”
He pulled her up and led her into the adjoining room to show her how to use everything. “Tomorrow morning, we’ll get you some outfits. The choices are limited but you won’t have to keep wearing my shirts.” He glanced down her body at her exposed legs. “Or perhaps not.”
She chuckled. “I’d like some pants.”
“We’re alone. I like you better without them.”
“I’m going to need more than your baggy shirts if you plan to teach me how to help you run this massive station.”
He nodded. “Let’s get you fed…then we’ll try out that bed. Tomorrow, we’ll begin.”
“Oh joy,” she answered sarcastically. “To be clear, I want to go to bed with you. It’s tomorrow I’m not so thrilled about.”
Her nervous expression had him smiling again. He felt gratitude that she’d come into his life. “Magna will serve the food soon. It doesn’t take her long.”
“And you’re sure she won’t poison us or attack?”
“I promise.” He chuckled. “I’m glad I haven’t seen these movies you mentioned.”
Chapter Seven
Gemma woke feeling terrific, the night before replaying in her mind. She and Big had shared a delicious dinner. The robot had served them on the island counter, then disappeared behind a door. She hadn’t dared venture toward it to see what was inside, not really wanting to know if Magna just stood dormant in a closet-sized room or disappeared somewhere else. That would take some adjustment to think of as normal.
Big had carried her to bed at that point, stripped off their clothes, and made love to her. She grinned at those particular memories, snuggling her cheek against a plush pillow. The sexy pirate was the perfect distraction from her new reality, making her come twice before he’d even entered her. She’d screamed his name in ecstasy three times last night. It was a record for her. Hell, the fact that he got her off even once was unusual.
The ex was batting zero. Big hits hit home every time and then some. She chuckled. Talk