Free Interlocking Hearts by Roxy Mews Page B

secretary?”
    “My position is officially a consultant, which makes me a third party vendor and not an employee. I can’t hire a government official. I can’t do any hiring, technically, with my humanoid status.”
    More rules preventing her friend from being able to live her own life. This world had to come to grips with the fact that not all people were human.
    And not all people knew what boundaries were.
    “Have you made your yearly appointment for your sexy shot?”
    Coral called the yearly STI preventative a sexy shot. When Paisley had explained the concept of sexually transmitted diseases and how humans had to worry about that sort of thing, she’d used the slang term. Once you gave a robot a definition, that was that.
    Coral kept track of Paisley’s personal calendar. It could be super handy, but at other times it was like having a mother ask if you’d done your homework. “I got my STI preventative last week. I went ahead and paid the extra to get the pregnancy blocker as well.” Paisley raised her hand to her chest in mock horror. Her bestie was always upset when she didn’t remember something. And Paisley bet she knew why. “You didn’t know? Have you not updated your application software?”
    Coral frowned and rolled her eyes back up into her head. Paisley waited for the pupils to return and focus on her. She knew her friend needed a minute to run the necessary software and check for updates.
    “I missed my update notification again.”
    “You mean, you and Quinn were having incredibly hot sex and he refused to stop for your updates, and you didn’t put in another reminder for yourself.”
    “Precisely. I need to run a system’s check when I get home.”
    Paisley waved her hand around the room. “You could always do it here.”
    Instead of politely declining, Coral moved on and deemed the conversation closed. She bunched her brows like she did when she was evaluating something. “Why does it smell like lubricant in here? Did you already have sex in this room?” She sniffed again. “And was it that bad, that you needed that much lubricant? Or was it anal?”
    Paisley lowered her résumé. The work on her job application process had obviously ended. There wasn’t any lube, but… “It must be the coconut oil you left in our room. I thought I’d try and do the skin routine you did. It didn’t work out too well.”
    “That’s not the smell of coconut oil. And I took mine with me when I moved in with Quinn.”
    Paisley went into the bathroom and grabbed the giant bottle with the pump on top. “See? It was under our sink.”
    Coral looked at the bottle, unscrewed the lid and sniffed. “This is silicone-based. Definitely not coconut oil, like the bottle says.”
    It was no wonder it was such a pain to remove. Paisley had scrubbed herself for the better part of an hour.
    “You found this in our room?” Coral shrugged. “Silicone-based lubricant is excellent for anal sex. Just don’t use it with silicone sex toys.”
    “I’m the one who taught you that.” Paisley grabbed the bottle back from her friend. She was going to toss it out, but lube was pricey. “Are you sure there wasn’t anything wrong with this?”
    “Smells like that Platinum brand I use with Quinn.” Coral pumped a tiny amount onto her finger and tasted it.
    Paisley made a face. Only her friend would taste something to learn chemical composition.
    “Yes. It’s the same brand. If you don’t want it, I’ll take it.”
    Paisley might as well hand it over. She wasn’t going to have much use for it working day shift at a government building. If she got the job. She handed Coral the bottle and her friend smiled so big, Paisley had to laugh.
    “Okay. Now that you have enough lube to have a month-straight session of anal, can you help me prep for this interview?”
    Coral’s eyes made a loud sound as she blinked. “Let me send a picture of this to Quinn first. He is going to be very excited.”

Chapter Seven
    Paisley