you are as a human being, thanks at least for giving me back control of my body. From all the data stored in my brain, I can see that never would have happened if you hadn’t had your attack of conscience. I hate you for being alive, but I applaud your attempt to reform.”
“Thank you for that concession, Captain Elliott. Now I know what being damned with faint praise feels like. And let me just say again that any reasonable human would be very angry in your situation. No matter what anyone did to you, you’re just as human as I am. Never doubt it,” Kyra ordered softly.
Peyton studied her sagging shoulders. The women who had bought him seemed to bother her as much as anything else that had been done to him. He might be still pissed at the situation, but at the moment he had a lot of respect for Kyra Winters holding back when he was begging her for sex. He had clear and distinct recall of just how badly she had wanted him. Even now after all he had learned, memories of her hot kiss had his dick twitching despite his disgust at the reaction.
“I remember everything about our sexual exchange, Doc. I remember you climbing into my lap to kiss me until I was hard as a rock under you. I remember how much we both wanted that kiss to go on and on. I told you I wasn’t going to forget it. That apparently was a promise I’m able to keep. Thanks for that too. Focusing on my sick obsession with you is at least helping me put memories of those other evil bitches away.”
Kyra shook her head. “Stop patronizing me. Just erase the memory of us kissing. You have that ability back now. It would actually be a good thing for both of us if you did because your shitty situation with me is just getting started. Soon we’re going to be up to our necks in it. We’re never going to find a time and place for anything like that kiss to happen again.”
Peyton shook his own head, mirroring her denial. Maybe he didn’t remember everything perfectly, but he was sure Kyra Winters was one of the most depressing women he’d ever been attracted to. His fiancée had been a curvy, happy-go-lucky yoga teacher. Maybe his strong attraction to Kyra was just gratitude that she had literally saved what was left of his ass.
“You don’t know what will happen for sure, Doc. No one knows. Life is full of surprises. I escaped one hell and woke up in another. This isn’t the first time either. At least I’m alive and so are you. I’m still pissed but don’t let that stop you from being truthful. I want to hear what you have to say.”
Peyton frowned when she rose from her seat and headed to the door. He found himself speaking to her back as she tried to shut him out. “Hey, Doc—I know I’m in a pisser of a mood, but don’t be a stranger from the lab today. I’m not real keen on being alone right now. It would give me too much time to hate the world.”
Kyra nodded but didn’t turn around. She needed a break from witnessing his unhappiness.
“I’ll be back to see you in an hour. If you fix your area so you can sit, I’ll bring you a reading device with some more documents. I’ll work here and stay available to answer your questions about what you find out.”
After hearing Peyton’s softly spoken “okay”, Kyra slipped quietly out of the lab and took a few cleansing breaths. His reaction of extreme anger was dangerous, especially given his cybernetically enhanced strength. But his anger seemed healthier than the instant depression she’d seen in both Marshall and Alex. She was going to consider it a positive sign that his restoration was working.
Pushing her hair back, Kyra picked up her pace and headed to the kitchen. Once there, she picked up her handheld com and dialed. She had to be careful in case the call was being recorded. She fully expected it was. The connection completed but there was no human answer on the other end. She’d gotten his recording.
“Hey Nero. How’s the gaming going? No line pickup so I guess you
“Thank you for that concession, Captain Elliott. Now I know what being damned with faint praise feels like. And let me just say again that any reasonable human would be very angry in your situation. No matter what anyone did to you, you’re just as human as I am. Never doubt it,” Kyra ordered softly.
Peyton studied her sagging shoulders. The women who had bought him seemed to bother her as much as anything else that had been done to him. He might be still pissed at the situation, but at the moment he had a lot of respect for Kyra Winters holding back when he was begging her for sex. He had clear and distinct recall of just how badly she had wanted him. Even now after all he had learned, memories of her hot kiss had his dick twitching despite his disgust at the reaction.
“I remember everything about our sexual exchange, Doc. I remember you climbing into my lap to kiss me until I was hard as a rock under you. I remember how much we both wanted that kiss to go on and on. I told you I wasn’t going to forget it. That apparently was a promise I’m able to keep. Thanks for that too. Focusing on my sick obsession with you is at least helping me put memories of those other evil bitches away.”
Kyra shook her head. “Stop patronizing me. Just erase the memory of us kissing. You have that ability back now. It would actually be a good thing for both of us if you did because your shitty situation with me is just getting started. Soon we’re going to be up to our necks in it. We’re never going to find a time and place for anything like that kiss to happen again.”
Peyton shook his own head, mirroring her denial. Maybe he didn’t remember everything perfectly, but he was sure Kyra Winters was one of the most depressing women he’d ever been attracted to. His fiancée had been a curvy, happy-go-lucky yoga teacher. Maybe his strong attraction to Kyra was just gratitude that she had literally saved what was left of his ass.
“You don’t know what will happen for sure, Doc. No one knows. Life is full of surprises. I escaped one hell and woke up in another. This isn’t the first time either. At least I’m alive and so are you. I’m still pissed but don’t let that stop you from being truthful. I want to hear what you have to say.”
Peyton frowned when she rose from her seat and headed to the door. He found himself speaking to her back as she tried to shut him out. “Hey, Doc—I know I’m in a pisser of a mood, but don’t be a stranger from the lab today. I’m not real keen on being alone right now. It would give me too much time to hate the world.”
Kyra nodded but didn’t turn around. She needed a break from witnessing his unhappiness.
“I’ll be back to see you in an hour. If you fix your area so you can sit, I’ll bring you a reading device with some more documents. I’ll work here and stay available to answer your questions about what you find out.”
After hearing Peyton’s softly spoken “okay”, Kyra slipped quietly out of the lab and took a few cleansing breaths. His reaction of extreme anger was dangerous, especially given his cybernetically enhanced strength. But his anger seemed healthier than the instant depression she’d seen in both Marshall and Alex. She was going to consider it a positive sign that his restoration was working.
Pushing her hair back, Kyra picked up her pace and headed to the kitchen. Once there, she picked up her handheld com and dialed. She had to be careful in case the call was being recorded. She fully expected it was. The connection completed but there was no human answer on the other end. She’d gotten his recording.
“Hey Nero. How’s the gaming going? No line pickup so I guess you
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