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control him. But Wyatt’s satisfaction faded slightly with Anson Carron’s next words.
    “Yes,” Carron breathed tightly, his eyes narrowed. “I’ll watch my step. But I’d advise you to do the same, agent Wyatt. Keeping the peace can be a very dangerous occupation.”

Chapter Four
    The dress blues or the duty blues?
    Dress? Duty?
    Damn it!
    Leith Wyatt had been standing in front of his closet for the last fifteen minutes. He should not be debating this. Having established his authority over Anson Carron yesterday, there was no reason to wear his dress uniform to Carron’s manufacturing facility today.
    But if I wear the standard one-piece jumpsuit, there’s no way Ginger—
    “Stop it!”
    Nothing was going to happen with Ginger today. In fact, not again. Ever. He’d been an idiot to let things get so far yesterday.
    Wyatt rotated his shoulders to release some of the tension there.
    Okay, so the experiment with Ginger had at least settled one issue. He’d found out for himself that Beautiful Dolls really were programmed for pleasure . Incredible pleasure. Their legendary skill was no myth. But now that he’d established that fact, there was no reason to see Ginger again.
    Titus Veraine might make damned sure I see her again.
    Wyatt scowled.
    During the long hours of last night as Wyatt lay in his bed going over the events of the day, he’d definitely considered that sex with the Beautiful Doll had been intended as a trap. It could have played out in any of several ways.
    First: Having seen the demonstration of the soldier crushing that concrete block, Wyatt never should have let Veraine leave him in a room alone with a robot, even if she was a sexbot programmed to please. Ginger could easily have killed him, and Carron – angry that the High Council had sent Wyatt as its representative to deal with him – could have dumped Wyatt’s body somewhere far away and told Theus that Wyatt had simply never shown up at the factory.
    Scenario two: Knowing Ginger was a sexbot, Wyatt should never have trusted his vulnerable cock to the uncertainty of her mouth. Hell, she could have maimed him for life. Castrated him, on Carron’s orders.
    Three: At the very least, before indulging in the most incredible oral sex of his life, he should have thought to check the room for cameras. Hell, he wouldn’t put it past Anson Carron to use a video disc of the encounter to get him yanked from this assignment for dereliction of duty.
    The only small reassurance Wyatt felt on that last possibility was that before yesterday, Carron didn’t know Theus had assigned Wyatt to be a liaison between him and the High Council. So, hopefully, there had been no cameras in Titus Veraine’s programming lab to record what had happened there.
    At least not yesterday. Today was a different story.
    Damn it all.
    Why did Ginger have to be so beautiful? Why did her gorgeous red hair have to feel like silk when he’d buried his fingers in its lush waves to hold her talented mouth closer to his cock yesterday? Why did her smile seem so sweet, so sincere?
    Wyatt shoved his fingers through his hair. Shit. He had no experience with Beautiful Dolls. Yesterday he’d been taken aback by Ginger’s human-like reactions – her gratitude when he’d thanked her for the blow job, her delight when he’d told her they were both ‘programmed’ for their jobs. Reactions totally unexpected from a robot.
    She was fascinating. Which meant Ginger was his enemy every bit as much as Anson Carron, because Carron or Titus Veraine could use her to manipulate him.
    Wyatt shifted on his feet. Did Theus know that Carron and Veraine had kept back a Beautiful Doll from the soldier conversion? The fact that Veraine hid Ginger in a utility closet indicated her existence might be secret, but even so, was it necessarily illegal?
    After all, what was criminal about using a sexbot for the function it was created? For them or for him?
    Stop rationalizing, Wyatt. You have a job to