Page 126 of Papa's Bébé


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No. You cannot do anything like that.

Fuck. It was going to become harder and harder to keep his hands off her. Which wasn’t a good thing.

Maybe he could figure out a way to help with the investigation into these threats so he could . . . leave her.

Like you actually want to do that.

“Sure, you weren’t,” he replied. “Unfortunately, Spitfire. You still have to pay the piper.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot as she glowered down at him.

She wasn’t acting shy or worried around him right now.

Nope. She was utterly magnificent.

“I resent the implication that I was procrastinating in order to put off my . . . my . . . my . . .”

“Punishments?” he supplied.

“They aren’t punishments!” she cried. Then her shoulders slumped. “I prefer consequences.”

“All right, we won’t call them punishments.” He stood and crooked a finger.

Unfortunately, her gaze was on her feet.

She was back to feeling shy around him. It was cute but he wished that she would look at him right now. He wanted to see her beautiful eyes.

“Come here, Maya.”

She glanced up at him and her gaze narrowed as she took in his finger which was still moving in a ‘come here’ gesture. There was that fire.

He wanted to push her a bit more. He pointed at the floor in front of him. “Come here.”

“You did not just make a ‘come here’ gesture then point at the floor by your feet.”

“Hmm, let me think about that. Yes, I did.”

“And you think I’m going to come? Like a dog?” she asked.

“Not like a dog,” he told her.

“Good.”

“A dog would already be here.”

“What?”

“Come here, Dougie,” he called and pointed at the floor in front of his feet.

Dougie raced across the room. Unfortunately, Dougie couldn’t see his finger or where he was, he only had his voice to go on. So he ended up banging into Matthieu’s leg.

Then he sat back on his ass, his tongue hanging out as he smiled up at Matthieu.

“Good boy,” he told him. “See?”

“That doesn’t count. Dougie is always like that. He probably thought you had a sausage or were a sausage. That’s why he ran over so quickly.”

“I wasn’t talking to you like you were a dog, I was talking to you like you were a naughty girl who has been procrastinating for the last two hours. Come here, Maya.”