Careless Drop

In the morning, Wes walks downstairs and ready to make his coffee. He sees how the giant kitchen island is a mess. A good mess. The flour is scattered on the kitchen counter, and there are several hand prints. Some are his and some are hers. He believes there's one that is a print of her body because he put her down and let her lie on her back. He puts his hand on that body print, and tries to reminiscing that night.

How she looked at him while he entered her. How her mouth in a shape of "O" and how she slightly frowned because of the eager anticipation of him. They both made a sound of satisfaction. It just felt like the right key in the right lock.

"You're so tight," he commented breathlessly as she sighed into his ear. He wanted to go slow because he could tell she probably hadn't done it in a while. But it felt so good inside her, he had to keep reminding himself to slow down. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and her body tried to meet his thrusts. He liked that he had awaken that desire in her again.

He didn't want to stop after the orgasm. He held her up, feeling her breasts pressing against his chest, feeling them both panting after the pleasure. He decided to flip her and caressed her from behind. She leaned back on his shoulder and touched his ear. His kisses spread from her hair to her neck, and he stayed there, breathing hard, trying to resist the urge to go inside her again. She arched her back, arms reaching out and touching his lower back, like she's making him attach himself to her closer. He couldn't help it anymore. He spread her legs. He put another rubber on and they started again. He didn't want to go too deep, he just wanted to let her get used to him. He held on her by her stomach, gyrating, trying to discover her spot. He could see she was going wild for him as he was losing self-control inside her.

Gosh, just thinking about the way she looked back at him makes him hard again.

He quickly takes a sip of the coffee, and then he notices something on the floor. It's partially dusted with flour, which made it blend in to the ivory color flour.

He picks it up, "Hmm, a smart watch. Must be Rae's." He sets it down on the counter, thinking she can have it back the next time she comes over. He smiles when he remembers how she says the dough is her baby. Although he can have her come back here again, he wants to take her out somewhere and wow her. It's still too cold to sail. He's trying to come up with something. Perhaps they can take a trip to mountains. A helicopter ride.

He's never had to wrack his brain to impress anyone. Not ever since Miranda. But Rae is no Miranda. She is so much more appreciative and kind. Even Zach says the A.I. system predicts she's a reliable person and will never break the promise.

He takes a look at the watch and wonders if he should get her a present to surprise her. He picks up again, and there's a message flashes on the tiny screen. He shakes the watch again and the message shows for a brief second. He taps on it, and opens it.

He probably shouldn't look at someone else's message but he is curious.

"I don't mean to bother you, but you should still ask him why he wants a robot that looks like him. I won't bug you now to give you privacy."

There's no phone number and no name displayed showing who sent the message. Wes's heart sinks. Who else knows about the robot?

"I thought she would not tell anyone about it? Did she tell her girl friend? Why?"

Wes is now upset. He's disappointed that Rae revealed the robot secret to someone and —broke the non-disclosure agreement.

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"Do you expect me to install this myself?" She looks at the device that Zach lays on the desk for her.

"Yeah," Zach sets Rae another bag of cable down.

"If it's too complicated then I don't want it. I can just use the watch."

"Seriously," Zach breaks into half laughter, "Are you that lazy?"

"I'm not lazy, I just don't like complicated things."

"Oh you don't, huh?"

Rae frowns, "So many spikes in your words today. Why are you being so sarcastic to me today?"

"Am I? You can actually tell how I feel?"

"See, there you go again," Rae points at him, "That sounds like you're being sarcastic."

"Only if you don't think you know how I feel then that becomes a sarcasm."

"Good God, Zach. OK. What's up? Did I miss something? I'm sorry I didn't check on you about Z earlier."

"What were you doing last night?" Zach can't help but ask. He already knows, but he just wants to see what Rae says.

"I... I was on a date with Wes."

"OK."

"Can I not date him?" Rae sounds unapologetic but her face turns red.

Why do I have to feel embarrassed? Rae asks herself.

"You sure can."

"Z says he's a good match for me," Rae feels like she needs to justify it.

"Of course he is. He's a good match for every girl. He's rich, handsome, single."

"Oh wow, are you saying I'm dating him because...."

"I'm not saying anything. It's fine. I'm sorry." Zach grabs a bag and then starts to put all the things he lays on the desk in to the bag.

"Unless you don't trust Z's analysis."

Zach doesn't respond to that. He looks up, "Have you asked Wes why he wants to have a robot that looks like him?"

"Oh," Rae scratches her head, "You know what, Z advises me to ask that, too. But...um, I didn't get a chance to ask that."

Zach rolls his eyes but he is facing another way so Rae doesn't see that.

Rae now searches for the watch in her bag. She goes through all her stuff in the bag but she can't find it.

"Holy crap!" Rae suddenly realizes something.

"What?"

"I can't find the the watch!"

"Shit, did you leave it at Wes's place?" Zach sets the bag down.

"I don't think so. I put it in my bag." Rae puts both her hands on her face.

"Did you drop it, maybe?"

"Let me just ask Wes."

Rae quickly gets her phone out and starts composing the message, "Good morning Wes, what you up to? Have you seen a smart watch in the kitchen or by the couch? I can't find it and it's not really mine. Please let me know?"

Rae sighs, "I'm so stupid. I'm sure I actually already put it back to the purse."

"Well, if it's at his house, it might be OK. But, did you swipe the messages away?"

"You mean the one Z sent me?"

It was actually sent from Zach but he is not going to tell her that, "Yeah."

"No."

"Well, let's hope he doesn't see the messages."