Chapter 6Chandler stared at the purple dildo as if it was someone in an interrogation room. State your purpose. Why are you here? Where were you on the night of the start of the intergalactic war? And any number of other ridiculous things he’d seen from old detective movies crossed his mind. He’d placed the dildo on the kitchen table, in front of the seat Dash had occupied the night before. As if this could truly take the place of Dash.
Not that he wanted Dash. Right? He turned his mock-interrogation back on himself. He remembered their shared kiss, then realized it had barely been a kiss. It was a test. A small test, but one that he had both succeeded and failed. He did not want Dash. But he could, maybe, consider robots to be sexy. Desirable as well as possessing their own form of desir
