“I don’t always have to do what you say,” she told him.
“Yes, little girl, you do.”
Then, before she could say anything more, he stepped back.
“Merde.”
Um. What? Had he just sworn in French? Or had she imagined it?
“What?” she asked.
“I said sorry.”
That wasn’t what it had sounded like.
“I shouldn’t have touched you like that. Or called you little girl. I apologize.”
Why was he apologizing?
“That was unprofessional.”
Oh. Right.
Professional. Because this was a job for him. And that was how it should be. So there was no reason for her to be upset by that.
“Sure,” she replied in a small voice.
Crap. She sounded upset. She’d wanted to keep her emotions and feelings out of her voice.
“Hey, are you all right?” he asked in a softer tone.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be? You’re the one who is probably going to ruin their back sleeping on the sofa. Are you sure you’ll be okay? Don’t you need your body to be in tip-top shape for your job?”
“I do. But I’ll be just fine.”
“I’ll, um, remake the bed then. And probably go to sleep.” She glanced at her watch with a wince. It was only eight. Although with how tired she was, she might be asleep the moment that her head hit the pillow.
“We need to have another chat, though. And, unfortunately, this one is even more serious. Come with me.” He turned and walked out of the room.
Uh-oh.
She didn’t like the sound of that.
Also, how embarrassing that he’d noticed her sheets!
Maya wasn’t sure that she was going to survive having him in her house.
Nope. She’d probably die of embarrassment or arousal.
She just wasn’t sure which.
15
Matthieu was filled with rage.
He wasn’t sure the last time he’d felt this angry.
Negative emotions were a waste of time. While he’d been a bit of a hothead in his youth, he’d learned control since then. The last time he’d felt this angry had likely been when those damn twins had stolen his baby and crashed it.
