"There's a bathroom with a large shower off to the right. I won't put you in the cage until you've had some time to clean up. You'll find toiletries, towels, and men's clothing in the cabinets. The men's clothing should fit well enough. The last cyborg that used them was your size. Everything about this situation is temporary, including your time with me. Please don't forget that."
Peyton toyed with the mobile restraints on his wrist. He could tell they were uniquely coded because he'd found a slew of standard codes stored somewhere he couldn't pinpoint in his mind, but none had activated the release mechanism. He might be able to decipher the code and escape them well before her intended release time, but it would take more than a day to do so. Until then, he would play along and find out what the hell was going on here. Was he a patient or a prisoner? He still couldn't quite tell. The sexy doctor wasn't giving much away.
"So is your word the real deal, Doc? If I do as you ask, you'll tell me what this secrecy is all about?"
He watched as she nodded, looking incredibly sad. Was it because of his question? She wiped her eyes on each of her sleeves again and made him regret asking her anything. Her persistent crying played hell with his intentions to honor her request to keep his distance. If he moved fast enough, he could probably prevent her from using the controller on her wrist. And if that worked, he could actually have her in his arms before she could deny him. He wanted that volatile, sexy-talking mouth of hers on his again. He wanted to see how much more the woman could make him feel.
"Stop looking at me that way, Captain Elliott. Go take a shower-a cold shower. I'll tell you everything tonight after you've eaten. While you're cleaning up, I'll put your dinner inside the cage. I tried to make the damn thing as comfortable as I could."
Nodding at her husky, almost tearful reply-which had his damn dick twitching again-he reluctantly rose from the chair and took a couple careful steps. The stiffness in his limbs eased as he moved across the floor in the direction she had pointed. It was only after he closed the bathroom door behind him that he allowed himself to wonder why the medical room had looked so much like a cybernetic lab.