Page 55 of Papa's Bébé


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“If you can’t look at me while talking to me, then so be it. Not a big deal.”

Not a big deal?

Was he an actual person? He couldn’t really think that, right?

She risked a peek up to his chin. Oh no. It was so sexy too. He had a five o’clock shadow and it honestly made her legs turn into wet noodles.

“Maya? You okay?” He grasped hold of her arms as her legs gave way slightly.

“Uh-huh.”

“I don’t know. You’re cold and you nearly lost your footing. When was the last time you ate? Or slept?”

Oh.

Yeah.

Those things.

“Maya?” he prodded.

“Umm.”

“Right,” he said briskly. “I’m going to take that as too long ago. You’re coming with me.” He kept hold of one hand and started walking down the driveway.

And she followed along like an obedient little lamb.

Wait!

What was she doing?

She dug her heels into the driveway. Not that it did much. He barely slowed down.

Words, Maya!

“Stop! Wait!” she cried.

He did stop, but unfortunately, she hadn’t actually expected him to and she banged straight into him.

Ouch.

Also wow.

Yep. She was completely overusing that word.

But he was so hard and firm . . . was he hard and firm all over?

Oh Lord. Stop, Maya. Stop right now.

“Are you all right?”

Darn it. He asked her that a lot. Probably because she was acting like a crazy person.

“Yep,” she said hoarsely. “Urgh, no.”

“Well, which is it?” he asked, sounding amused rather than annoyed.

She wasn’t sure that was better, though.