Read Interlocking Hearts for Free Online Page B

going to start giving me lectures about picking men up at bars? Because seriously…you are living with and banging one.”
    The door to the cabin opened and closed. “Banging is slang for sex,” Quinn said.
    Quinn Briggs really was a damn fine guy. Paisley consoled her jealousy by imagining him naked.
    Coral smacked Paisley on the back of the head.
    “Ow. What was that for?”
    “I find I don’t enjoy you looking at Quinn like you want to have sex with him.” Coral frowned. “That’s jealousy, isn’t it?”
    “Yeah. But there’s no need to be jealous. I would never have sex with your man. I was just imagining what he looked like naked.”
    Coral considered that. “That seems fine to me. He looks fantastic naked. I constantly tell him he should become a nudist. His penis looks to be incredibly uncomfortable in his pants.”
    Quinn, who must have been the most perfect man ever, leaned over and kissed Coral on the shoulder. “It gets incredibly uncomfortable when I’m around you. Paisley’s not staying all night, is she?”
    Quinn had noticed her bag. Paisley knew they were a new couple, and being that they both had mechanics to use to their advantage, they didn’t ever get tired. Coral had a lot of sex. The best part was, since she was the first robot to ever gain human rights, she had to help with research regarding how her artificial intelligence had advanced. The chick got paid to send in reports about how her system responded to the horizontal hula.
    Paisley wanted to get paid to have orgasms. She could always do porn, she supposed, but Coral got to have sex with someone she loved and that somehow seemed more socially acceptable.
    “I’m not going to get in the way of you two getting busy,” Paisley said. She wouldn’t kill Quinn’s happy buzz.
    She had hoped she could crash there, but unlike Coral, she could take a hint.
    “Why would Paisley’s presence prohibit sex?”
    “Coral, we only have one room,” Quinn tried to explain.
    Coral just stared at him.
    “I don’t want to have sex while Paisley watches and eats popcorn,” he said.
    Coral turned to Paisley and asked, “Is it tradition to eat popcorn when you watch someone have sex?”
    Paisley laughed. “That would be a fun evening, but no. Quinn is saying he doesn’t feel comfortable having sex with me spending the night.”
    She picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder.
    Quinn grabbed the sack and pulled it away from her. “I’m not saying get out. I’m saying I want some alone time with Coral later.” He handed her one of the good beers in his stash. “I can tell you’ve had a rough day. You are welcome here. Just not permanently.”
    Paisley handed him the beer back. “Thanks, Quinn. I appreciate it. Really. But I need to either go back to the palace and face the music, or not drink an excessive amount so I can get in a cab without being predator bait.”
    Coral leaned over to ask Quinn something but he just held up a finger. “I will explain later, but Paisley is about to run away and I want to offer her a place to go that’s safe.”
    Coral nodded and waited.
    Paisley figured he was going to drive her back to the palace, but instead he handed her a card. Paisley stared at him and looked at the card. It was for a hotel. She flipped it over to see he’d scribbled some numbers and letters on the back.
    What… Did the guy get a referral bonus for sending people to the hotel instead of helping them out? Geez.
    Paisley read the address and laughed. “This is in downtown. The part where you won’t get stabbed. I can’t afford to go there.”
    He didn’t grab the card as she tried to give it back to him.
    “It’s my expense code. You can use that information to get a free room. I usually have a few rooms set aside for consultants. If anyone has helped Coral with her data collection and interpretation, I’d say it was you. We still have one empty at the moment. It’s yours for as long as you need it.”
    Paisley’s