Will ran a black-gloved hand over his black facemask. “You’re losing me again, Meara. I’m a straightforward male. Are you saying you’re interested in sleeping with me or not?”
Meara sighed and shook her head, giving up on getting Will to understand her. Having liberated themselves, she and Aja had lived a decade more of freedom than most cyber soldiers. It wasn’t fair to expect a cyborg as messed up as Will to figure things out in any less time.
“Yer offer to bed me is very tempting, but yar obviously not in touch with yer true feelings which means there’s nothing in yer pants truly meant for Meara. If I get desperate enough for a quick tumble, I’ll be sure and give ya a call. Right now, Mother Nature is calling me to take care of her business. Wait here. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
