“Are you all right? Are you lost or something?” A concerned look filled his face.
She shook her head and opened her mouth.
Then she closed it.
Open. Close. Open. Close.
Great. He probably thought she was an idiot. First, she’d been standing there, staring at the door, and now she was completely speechless.
“Can I call someone for you?” he asked.
Get it together, Maya.
She tried to reach for her shield. But it refused to form. There was something about this man that made her forget her mind.
Finally, she managed to make her brain work. “No.”
“No?” He raised an eyebrow.
There was something slightly off about his accent. Almost like he didn’t have one. It was odd and made her wonder if he wasn’t from here.
Get out of here, Maya!
“Gotta go. Bye.” She ran past him, almost tripping over her own feet. He reached out and grasped hold of her arm, steadyingher. Unfortunately, he managed to grab where Vince had and she let out a hiss of pain, flinching away.
“Whoa, there.” He let her go and held up his hands. “My apologies for touching you, I just didn’t want you to fall.”
Great. Now he thought she was upset because he’d touched her, when he could touch her whenever and however he wanted.
Easy, Maya.
Don’t get carried away. You just saw this man, you cannot jump him like you’re Jack and he’s a beanstalk.
Hmm. She wondered what his beanstalk might look like.
Oh. God.
Stop.
Naughty Maya was out in full force.
“It . . . it’s . . . o-okay.” She took another step, but her foot only partially landed on solid ground and she started to fall.
Again.
She had never been this clumsy in her life!
Panic filled her. She was going to land on her ass. In front of this beautiful, sexy man.
Why? Why her?
But he suddenly grasped her around the waist, steadying her.
“I’m sorry again,” he apologized.
Why did he keep apologizing to her? She was the one who kept making an absolute idiot of herself.
“Maybe I should escort you down the stairs,” he said in a soft voice.
