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Mustn’t . That would be disastrous, to show them what she could do. “Take your hand off me!”

Chapter Two

    The doctor froze. She’d snared his hand and looked likely to break it off at the wrist.
    Striving not to smile at the man’s predicament, Theo pushed away from the wall. He’d hoped the doctor wouldn’t be quite so prickly.
    “Dr. Eastway, Claire seems to be disconcerted by your bedside manner.” The wounds in her thigh are deep. This needs doing . “Perhaps, Doctor, if you could instruct me? Claire, release him, please.”
    Claire stared at the doctor, anger evident in the rigid lines of her body. She glanced across at him, frowning. Slowly, she opened her fingers and let go of the doctor’s hand.
    “Thank you for listening to me. The doctor is a treasured member of my staff. It would have been a pity to have to punish you over something so trivial.” He bowed his head a fraction and was glad to see the slight widening of her pupils.
    Something stirred within. It was as if he’d been handed a gift all wrapped in pretty white paper. And this gift had such interesting skills—she’d immobilized the doctor very efficiently. Curious that. Why would a sexual companion have need of such skills?
    The doctor snorted, massaging his fingers. “Yes, I can show you how it works. I must admit ministering to this particular patient holds little allure for me. The dials are set. It only requires placement of the electrodes around the wound.”
    On the other side of the bed was a dressing table with a delicate chair. He’d look less threatening if he sat, so Theo went around and snared the chair, deposited it next to the bed after swinging the galvanic machine out at an angle. The whole time, Claire observed, as if he were a snake about to strike.
    He held up his hands, palm outward. “Are you agreeable, Claire? I’ll place these electrodes. I promise you, this is for the best, though it will hurt.”
    She didn’t react when he mentioned pain. Instead she looked at his hands, then at June, who’d sat impassively in her chair throughout the commotion.
    “Would you rather June do this?”
    When she shook her head, choosing him, it pleased him. She was, after all, a young and beautiful woman. But it was more than that—the differences between her and the women from his social circle intrigued him.
    The facts in the senate report he’d read had added up to frankenstructs being human. Yet someone had messed up the final summary, and the law had been passed declaring them inhuman. It reeked of legal shenanigans or bribery. Whatever the reasons, the law was wrong. Claire was human. He’d stake his life on it.
    What the report hadn’t said was that frankenstructs were feisty and likely to bite your nose off if you looked at them the wrong way, or that they knew Greek as well as English, or indeed, that they were beautiful.
    The chair withstood his weight, only creaking as he sat. He’d put it midway down the bed. Her thigh stretched before him, her dress again covering her modestly—though the thin white material left little to be imagined, the way it flowed over every contour and into every crevice.
    He’d have to get more clothes sent up for her. Which brought to his mind the vision of her taking off the dress, then her underwear. Claire, naked, would be a wondrous sight, especially with some vivid red stripes to set off the alabaster skin of her luscious bottom. The curves of her breasts showing at the low V-neck of the dress hinted at tantalizing ripeness. From what he’d felt while carrying her, beneath the clothes was a toned yet well-rounded body.
    She’d not been immune to his touch. The little signs of her body had betrayed her excitement—the widening of pupils, the fast pulse, the tensing of muscles. Perhaps, though, some of it had been fear? Not that he’d been unmoved himself. No perfume or makeup, yet she smelled and looked like a delectable woman. With his arms under her, he’d wanted to