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Not yet? Did that mean she had plans to leave at some stage?

“You don’t need to work for that asshole.”

“I know that. But I can’t leave yet.”

“If you’re worried about money . . .” he trailed off, unsure what he’d been about to say. That he would support her?

You’re her bodyguard, not her man.

“Of course I’m worried about money, but that’s not the real reason.”

What was the reason?

He looked down at her, but as usual she had her gaze on her feet.

“Wait!” David called out.

“Keep walking,” Matthieu told her. As he’d suspected, David had been talking out his ass. He’d likely wanted her to beg him for her job.

And he wasn’t going to allow Maya to do that. Certainly not to this dickhead.

She glanced up at him, but did as he ordered. A ridiculous sense of pleasure filled him.

He liked that she obeyed him.

“Maya, I said wait!” David ran around in front of them and Matthieu brought them both to a halt, glaring down at the jerk.

“What is it, David?” Maya asked, sounding bored. “You made your views on Matthieu clear, you told me I was fired, so I’m leaving.”

“You can’t just leave!” he cried. “You have classes to teach.”

“You fired me,” she said incredulously. “Did you seriously expect me to stay and teach a class after that?”

“Yes! I know you need this job. You should have apologized and given in,” he whined.

Seriously. This dick was unbelievable.

“She’s not doing that,” Matthieu told him. “She doesn’t need this job and it will be safer for her not to work here. So we’re leaving.”

“No! No, wait! If you leave, so will my clients.”

Hmm.

“What?” Maya asked.

“They love you. They’ve made it clear they come here for you.”

Interesting.

He bet that Maya hadn’t known that.

“They do?” she whispered before straightening her shoulders. “Well, of course they do. I’m a good teacher.”

That was his girl. He held back his smirk. “So, what should you be doing right now?”

David glared up at him. “Telling Maya to get her ass to class.”

“No,” he replied. “First, you do not talk about, look at, or think about her ass. Second, you apologize and ask her to stay. With a bonus to sweeten the pot.”