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"Blue Ribbon Rating: FIVE! Oh my, Jaide Fox has created the most hilarious book ever. Clever use of witty dialogue had me in hysterical fits of laughter throughout the whole book. SEXDROID is not only extremely erotic, but so funny it will bring tears to your eyes. Superbly written, SEXDROID is one of the most entertaining romps I have ever read, the humorous dialogue just flows over you. Jaide Fox has an obvious talent for humor, that makes a pleasant change from the serious. SEXDROID is a great book to read on a miserable day in winter, when you want to get very toasty warm. I sure hope that Jaide Fox writes more novels using her own particular brand of humor, that I am finding such a delicious delight to read." Romance Junkies
"Four Stars! I found The Sexdroid to be funny, sensual, and exciting. Ms. Fox once again gives us a great read with this story and I thoroughly enjoyed it." Vikky Bertling, Just Erotic Romance Newsletter
"Four Roses! Ms. Fox has given us a tale full of humor, sex, a little mystery and a growing love between the hero and heroine. The scenes were given with such detail that I could see her office - the sex scenes were detailed as well. It was great to see the way that Emily came around to using her sexdroid and havoc it caused. The Sexdroid is a short story and one not to be missed by Ms. Fox." A Romance Review
"Four Roses! Ms. Fox has given us a tale full of humor, sex, a little mystery and a growing love between the hero and heroine. The scenes were given with such detail that I could see her office - the sex scenes were detailed as well. It was great to see the way that Emily came around to using her sexdroid and havoc it caused. The Sexdroid is a short story and one not to be missed by Ms. Fox." A Romance Review
"As funny as it is erotic, THE SEXDROID was a true delight to read. At first a little unnerved about her new companion, Emily later gets very much in the swing of things -- with hilarious results. A short, but thoroughly entertaining story, THE SEXDROID is a tale I highly recommend." Jennifer Bishop, Romance Reviews Today
"The Sexdroid by Jaide Fox is a lighthearted romp into the future world of technological espionage. It's just plain fun. A great read." The Romance Studio
"THE SEXDROID will have you holding your sides while you laugh. Ms Fox has a marvelous turn of phrase. Her characters are imaginative and magnetic. Warning should be placed SEXDROID stating: flamable cold showers will be taken if partner is not available. You must read THE SEXDROID. You will hate yourself if you pass this incredible book up." Sensual Romance Reviews
THE SEXDROID
By
Jaide Fox
(c) copyright August 2003, Jaide Fox
Cover art by Eliza Black, (c) copyright August 2003
New Concepts Publishing
4729 Humphreys Rd.
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com
CHAPTER ONE
Earth, AD 2193
Sabin Grey had gone undercover before, many times. In fact, he was damn good at his job ... but he’d never gone under as an android, and he entertained a good deal of reservations about whether or not he could pull it off.
“Well? Are you going to answer me or not, Grey?” Assistant Director Hartley asked as he lounged behind his desk, an unfamiliar smile tugging at his lips as if he was trying very hard to repress it.
Sabin grunted in response. If he hadn’t known better, he’d suspect Hartley was setting him up for some sort of practical joke, but Hartley wasn’t exactly the type to play juvenile games with his people, even off duty. Considering the case his boss had just dumped in his lap, it seemed even less likely that there was some sort of prank in the offing. It wasn’t every day one of their top scientist’s came under review for treason.
All the same, something was up. Hartley was the kind of guy that could watch the Stooges with a poker face and at the moment he looked as if he was going to explode if he didn’t laugh. Sabin wasn’t sure he wanted to find out what it was, but he was afraid he was about to.
Wondering if there was something about the case itself that Hartley thought he was going to find particularly unpleasant, he punched the button on the case file once more, using the stylus to go through the file and surveillance photos. Emily Shue. Loner. Work and lab at home. Animal lover. He clicked to the next file and studied the image that popped up; Lips turned up at the corners, almost smiling as she chewed her pen. Pert nose with a dust of freckles and long, curly hair climbing down her shoulders. Blonde.
Trouble. Definite Trouble. Maybe that was what Hartley found so humorous—the idea of throwing Sabin in with a babe that looked like this when he was going to have to nail her if it turned out she was a traitor.
It wasn’t the sort of thing he’d find amusing, but who knew what an undertaker like Hartley would find funny?
“She doesn’t look like a traitor, she looks like--”
“The girl next door?”
Sabin nodded. “Yes, exactly.”
“Don’t let her appearance fool you. She’s been evading our surveillance for weeks. Head office wanted to go ahead and bring her in for the treatment, and then we found out her grandmother had ordered her a sex--I mean, a companion droid.”
Sabin leveled a dark look at Hartley, who chuckled and ignored him.
Well, there it was, the funny part, and it hadn’t taken nearly as long to get to the punch line as he’d thought it would. Strange thing was, he still didn’t see the damned humor in it. “What if I say no?”
“You like your job here, correct?”
Sabin sighed and shut down the case file. No wonder Hartley had been wearing that cat-that-ate-the-canary smile. “I don’t have any choice in this, do I?”
“No.” Hartley straightened, his aged face solemn now. “Jokes aside, this is serious. Someone’s been leaking our dimensional jump technology to the UAN. You know as well as I do we can’t afford to let this get out. Emily Shue is the keystone to the project. The breach has to be stopped, Grey, and you’re my best man.”
Hartley was right. Far too much valuable information had been stolen already and it was beginning to look like they were going to loose their edge on this project if they couldn’t find the leak and plug it. Despite his reservations, he knew it was his duty to the country to find out if she was passing information to the other side.
“When does the droid arrive?”
“She’s expecting it this afternoon.”
Sabin was accustomed to the unexpected, but this knocked the wind out of him. Nothing like giving him no time to think it over and spot potential problems. “That doesn’t leave me much time to prepare.” Sabin stood as did Hartley.
“You’ll manage,” he said as he ushered Sabin from the office. “We all do.”
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The incessant knocking had been going on for some time when it finally stopped and roused Emily Shue into consciousness.
She sat up at her desk, startled and groggy, blinking back the blur obscuring her vision. When had she fallen asleep? And who was at her door? She never had visitors.
Rising weakly from her chair, she stumbled through the room into the hall beyond to the foyer.
As if sensing her approach, the person on the other side of the door began knocking again.
More than a little annoyed at being woken, she called, “Coming! I’m comin’.” She grumbled to herself, rubbed her face and discovered she had a note stuck to her cheek. She’d undoubtedly picked it up when she’d lain her head on her desk. Peeling it off, she glanced at it, saw it was important and stuffed it into her pocket as she cautiously opened the front door a crack and peered through the narrow opening.
A beaming, bright eyed youth greeted her, leaning forward to peer back at her through the slender crack. “Ms. Shue?”
“Yes,” Emily croaked.
“I have your delivery here. You just need to sign for it.”
Delivery? What delivery? She hadn’t ordered anything since last week’s pizza--still sitting at the bottom of her fridge. Or perhaps that was the week before last? Anyway, it was nearly dark. Companies had stopped delivering this close to dark years ago.
As she stood contemplating the matter, not budging, ‘bright eyes’ smile dimmed to headlights in her eyes. “Your companion android, Ms. Shue?”
She was still too absorbed in trying to remember what she might have ordered to really pay him any attention--until he mentioned android. Her eyes focused on him for several moments as the key word jogged something in her memory and then she slapped her forehead with her palm. She’d forgotten all about Gramma’s early birthday present. Or it could have been late? She wasn’t entirely sure what day of the week it was.
Emily opened the door and pressed her thumb to the delivery confirmation pad, affirming her receipt of the delivery. “What are you doing making deliveries so late? I thought they were only doing automated deliveries now.”
“It is automated, Ms. Shue. I’m an android, as well.” He smiled brighter.
That would explain the peachy keen disposition, she thought and wondered what she was getting in to now ... or rather what Gramma had gotten her in to.
“I’ll be right back with your package, Ms. Shue.”
“Hope he comes fully assembled,” she murmured, chuckling as she left the door open and wandered into the living room to have a seat while she waited. She was still more than a little groggy from being awakened so abruptly. Or maybe it was just that she hadn’t slept nearly long enough?
Before she could rest her cheeks on the cushions of the couch, a deep male voice called her name from the foyer.
It arrested her, mid sit, her jaw going slack.
The ‘man’ caught sight of her and strode into the living room, his hand extended. “I’m Sabin. I will be your new companion android,” he said with a smile that turned her knees to water so that she collapsed abruptly onto the couch. She gaped at him, at his sensual, utterly kissable lips, the smoky bedroom eyes that met her own stunned gaze with a gleam that banish all thought from her brain. He towered above her. She came upright as if the couch had ejected her, and realized he still towered over her.
She ran a disbelieving stare up and down his body. He had the lean look of an athlete, muscles well defined and bulging on his bared arms, and she wondered idly if the rest of him was so ... detailed. A strand of dark hair curled over his forehead. It looked so natural, it made her palms itch to run her fingers through the thick mass.
Her brain kicked into gear as her physical reaction ran it’s course, and still she stared at him, unblinking, marveling at the advances in technology that never ceased to amaze her--to create a perfect simulation of a human being ... and a damned sexy one at that. Was he supposed to be so ... so sexy?
What in the world was she going to do with him?
The frightening thought provided resuscitation to the steaming pile of mush her brain had been reduced to. Or, perhaps it was only an animal reaction to fear that finally gave her a kick in the ass. Whatever the case, the moment it occurred to her that she was going to be trapped in her home with him, she dashed past him and out the front door.
The delivery boy, she saw when she ran out of the house, had loaded up and was backing down the drive.
“Wait!” she called, hailing him down before he could escape. He stopped and she caught up to him breathlessly.
“Yes, Ms. Shue?” He regarded her questioningly.
“Are you sure he’s supposed to ... um ... be this way? Did you deliver the right one to me?” She hadn’t expected something like this. What had Gramma been thinking?
“Of course, ma’am. He comes with award winning technical support and a manual built in to his memory capacitor. Have a nice day.” The boy waved and drove off, leaving Emily staring after him in the gathering dark.
With a feeling not unlike dread, she trudged slowly back up her overgrown walkway to her new “live in.”
What was she to do now?
She kept repeating the question in her mind numbly until she reached the door. Uneasiness assailed her at the thought of facing her ‘companion’ once more. She stepped quietly into the house, closing the door with the barest whisper of sound, then crept across the foyer and peered cautiously around the door frame of the living room.
It was empty.
Where had he gone off to?
She looked around the room blankly for several moments before she moved inside. She’d checked under all of the tables in the room before it occurred to her that he wasn’t an animal, scampering about, exploring his new territory. Even if he could’ve managed to fit himself under her tables, there was no reason why he would. She got up and went to check the closet, wondering if it would be best just to ignore the droid and go about her routine as usual. It wasn’t like he was a living thing and would keel over dead if she forgot to feed him, or water him. In general, she worked all day on her equations, occasionally remembering to feed herself and her pets—when she had them--snatching sleep when she could.
She frowned thoughtfully and realized that wasn’t going to work. She had a ... person wandering around the house. She was bound to bump into him and that would be downright unnerving since she wasn’t used to having another person around. She was accustomed to living alone. Even her independent minded pets avoided her most of the time.
“Hello?” she called softly as she left the living room and continued her search through the house, examining every room. It wasn’t a very large house. There were only so many places he could be. He was a droid, she reminded herself. What interest would he have in exploring anyway? But as she searched each room with no sign of him, she soon found the choices of hiding places had dried up to only one remaining room.
Her bedroom.
The door was closed. She never closed her bedroom door unless she was sleeping in there—and she fell asleep at her desk more often than not. Please, please don’t let him be in there. Emily had never had a man in her room--ever.
Reaching out, she turned the handle and let the door slowly open on its own.
She gasped as her bed came in to view, covering her eyes with her hands before it occurred to her how absurd it was to ‘hide’ from an android. Peeling her fingers loose, she looked at her bed again.
The android was in it.
And he was naked.
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