Later...

Kim awakes to the sound of the bench press rattling and moves downstairs to investigate, sniling when she finds that it is only you exercising. You are dressed in cut-off jeans and a sleeveless undershirt, and are pressing what looks like two hundred pounds. Kim kneels at your right knee and waits. When you finally finish, you sit up, gently cupping a hand under Kim's chin, and bringing her to her feet.

“Did I wake you?” you ask.

“Yes, but I don’t mind.” Kim replies, letting waves of arousal flowing down the rapport you forged with her the night before.

“You shouldn’t be naked outside the bedroom.” you say. “Mr. Andersen’s here, don’t forget.” At your mental command, an extra-large T-shirt flies into the room and onto Kim’s nude body. She puts her arms through the armholes herself.

“I’m sorry, Master, I should have remembered.” Kim says in Chinese. “I shouldn’t be calling you Master while Mr. Andersen’s here, either, should I?”

“Probably not, at least in English.” You reply, pulling her close. “How’s this for a consolation prize?” You kiss her then, and Kim melts against you.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to this whole poly-sexual thing.” Mr. Andersen says, striding into the room. Startling her, Kim backs away, blushing brightly. “I hope everyone you hire for us isn’t going to be your breeding bitch, Vic. A whole bunch of women having maternity leave all at the same time...”

“I know, sir, that’s why I’m going to do some...more normal testing, starting tomorrow.” You reply.

“Glad to hear it.” Mr. Andersen said. “Hiring all one gender is never good.”