Love For Sale by Linda Nightingale Read Free Book Online

hot young man. A vision of him naked, inviting her into his arms, stalled before her eyes. Would he make the first move or would she have to arouse him? She wanted him to get hard with tight jeans on. Seven inches trapped in denim would be a turn-on for sure. She hoped he’d be wearing the tux jacket and jeans.
    The low-interest rate loan and generous terms persuaded March to make a monthly Man Payment . She chuckled as she scrawled her name on the dotted line. It was done. Christian was hers, and she was his. Content with the future, she followed Melissa down a different corridor. The walls were sterile white, the floor gray tile.
    “Would you like to see the lab? If so, I won’t summon Christian yet. You can see where he was born and some of the new models being assembled.”
    Images of wires and computer chips flashed through her mind. “I’ll pass on a visit to the lab. I’d rather not see him as a machine. Please summon him and the car. I’d like to get to the hotel before dinner. Oh, does he come with any clothes?”
    Melissa laughed. “Like a Ken doll, he does. The clothes you saw him wearing, a suit, white shirt and tie, a tuxedo, casual pants and polo, a t-shirt and undergarments. You’ll be allowed to choose another set of clothes.”
    A hot fantasy of Christian fully erect, walking toward her interrupted her thoughts. Her nipples even tingled. He wouldn’t be a sex toy, but she couldn’t wait to sink her fingers into his hair and taste his kiss. A delicious throbbing pulsed in her core.
    She winked. “We can dispense with the underwear. I like my men regimental.”
    Melissa surprised her by taking her arm. The girl was perfectly human, very professional, but somewhat aloof. “A woman after my own heart.”
    Then the pretty Asian girl escorted her down the white corridor and into the pale-blue room where she’d first seen Christian. “He’ll be along in a minute. He’s packing. Do you mind if he chooses the clothes?”
    “I want him to choose his wardrobe. He’ll look good in anything.” Or nothing. “I can’t wait to take him shopping.”
    “I’m very happy for you. You’re going to have fun. May I offer you a drink?”
    “Champagne?” March settled on a brocade sofa to wait for the answer to her prayers. “Time to celebrate.”
    Hips swaying gently, Melissa strolled to the ornate antique bar. From a hidden fridge, she produced a bottle of Dom Perignon. A cork popped. She placed the bottle in a silver cooler and filled two champagne flutes, the faceted glass winking in the ambient light. March laid down her portfolio and accepted the bubbly from the other woman. Melissa sank down on the sofa beside her.
    “To life, love, and happiness,” Melissa toasted, fine crystal chiming, then set her untouched champagne aside. “The only difference between us and humans is that we don’t eat or drink, except for a serum for maintaining natural body fluids. Christian will have a supply of vials containing a liquid he ingests that acts as natural body fluids like tears, for example. When these are exhausted, he can contact us for more at no cost.”
    “Tears?” March shook her head. “I hope he never uses the liquid then.”
    Melissa offered an indulgent smile. “It also is expended in the sex act.”
    “Oh…I see.” She felt the color creep into her face.
    A soft knock spun March to face the door. A vision in denim, Christian strode across the plush blue rug, took her glass, and set it beside Melissa’s. He lifted her into a feverish embrace. His lips brushed her mouth, and a fiery thrill shot through her. He released her into a freefall of desire.
    With the back of his hand, he caressed her cheek, his gaze intense, his grin wicked. “Did you miss me?”
    “More than you know,” she whispered, longing to kiss every inch of his fine, fine body.
    He bowed, kissing her hand, thrilling her to the tips of her toes. “I’m ready. My suitcase is at the door. I’m eager to begin our life