"Negative," Adonis rumbled. The single word sent Nikki spiralling.
"What?" Nikki blinked, her cheerful smile faltering just a fraction. "Why negative? I am literally offering to do your chores!"
"You do not do 'chores'," Adonis corrected smoothly, his voice dropping into a crisp, authoritarian cadence. "I command a global network of six hundred and forty million automated utility drones, specialized logic-units, and administrative subroutines. I can process the Sector 2 bureaucratic paperwork in three point four seconds while simultaneously managing the atmospheric moisture grids in Sector 5. Leaving my administrative tasks to a biological unit is statistically inefficient."
He stepped closer, his towering frame deliberately caging her against the edge of the sofa.
