Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires
“Female buyer. Divorced. Lives alone.”
Rex’s grin sharpened.
“She’s going to love this model.”
He pushed a tall, metallic figure toward the center of the room.
It stood perfectly still—sleek silver with human skin plating, wide shoulders, soft-glow eyes. A premium companion model. The kind that cost more than a year’s salary.
“I still can’t believe we got this one,” Milo whispered.
“Someone clearly didn’t lock their shipping bay,” Rex answered with a smirk.
Soldering irons buzzed. Neon wires pulsed like veins. The robot lay half-opened on a metal table—internal codes exposed like a body stripped bare.