**My Father’s Robot**
Chapter 19
ELISE'S POV
The next morning,I woke up wet.
Not from any dream I could clearly remember—just a low, stubborn ache between my legs and the vivid memory of pale gray eyes watching me from a doorway. My tank top had twisted during the night, one n****e fully exposed to the cool air of the bedroom. The fabric had rubbed against it long enough that the skin felt raw and hypersensitive. I fixed the shirt with a sharp, irritated tug and immediately regretted the friction. My body was already too awake, too aware, and the worst part was that the awareness had a name and a shape and a pair of unblinking eyes that belonged to a machine.
Seven.
I lay there for several more minutes, staring at the ceiling, trying to will the heat between my thighs to fade. It di
