It wasn't until the woman actually moved that Torrid realized she was more than just an inanimate object.
"Holy shit, you're alive!" he practically screamed, backing away with his hands held up defensively. He probably could have been handling this much better, but he had just woken up and he didn't have the presence of mind to censor his words or actions quite yet. It didn't help that the person was a
woman, and an attractive one at that. Torrid had very little experience with women outside of those who had fawned over him while he still lived with his fathers and brother.
The phone, which he had momentarily forgotten about and was now holding away from his ear, drew his attention once more as Benjamin's voice screamed his name from the other end.
"Uh, just...just stay right there a second, Miss, uh, Chi." He turned his back, returning the phone to his ear to listen to his brother's explanation. He visibly tensed as he spoke into the mobile device,
"You did what?! Why would you- Yeah, forward those forms to me. I want to see what sort of shit you wrote down."Ending the call, he groaned, tugging his hair with both hands in frustration. When he finally turned back to face the woman - or Artificial Personal Lover, whatever the heck that was - his expression was unreadable, his voice flat.
"Yes, I'm Torrid. But there may have been some sort of mistake in this whole thing. I'm very sorry for the inconvenience." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, awkwardly.
"If you'd like to take a seat, I'll see if I can get this sorted out." Without waiting for an explanation, he fled into his office, slamming the door behind him.
Signing into his email, he quickly spotted the email that his brother had sent him barely a minute ago. He printed the attached file, and then ruffled through the papers, gaze flying from left to right quickly as he skimmed the information on the sheet. There was no contact information for the Love Me Corporation it seemed, so he turned to the questionnaire section of the forms.
"Dear gods," he whispered.
"This is a disaster. At least he got a few of the answers right..."There were far too many questions for him to read all at once, but he flipped through the pages, reading as many as he could bear:
Name three to five words that you think best describe you.
Bossy, sarcastic, irritable
What do you enjoy doing in your free time?
Playing video games, cleaning and cooking, drinking
Do you have a favorite color?
Grey
What is your favorite season?
Winter
Name five of your favorite foods.
Lobster tails, Filet mignon, Caeser salad, German tomato soup, Oysters
Do you prefer to stay in or go out to eat?
Stay in
What is your favorite animal?
I don't particularly like animals
What is your favorite holiday?
Holidays have no meaning to me.
What do you do for a living?
Mooch off my family's wealth
Do you find shorter or longer hair attractive?
Depends on face shape
Do you tend to hog the covers in bed?
Probably
What is your favorite, non-gender defining, physical feature on a person?
Teeth (if they're white and straight)
What do you look for in a potential partner?
Someone who will see past my tough guy mask and realize that I'm vulnerable and need love
In a relationship, are you more interested in sex or romance? Or both?
Romance if it's serious, sex if it's just a fling
Do you enjoy foreplay?
Yes
How many intimate/romantic/sexual relationships have you been in?
No serious romantic relationships, a couple dozen sexual partners
Do you enjoy cuddling?
Yes, but not in public. I have a tough guy reputation to uphold.
Do you have any dealbreakers in a relationship?
Not being given enough space when I'm upset.
Do you prefer the lights on or off during sex?
Off, with candles lit
Describe your sense of humor.
Dry and sarcastic
Are you a giver or taker in bed?
I think I'm a giver, but I'm probably a taker
Do you have any vices?
Smoking and drinking