Page 70 of Daddy's Wild Girl

She stared up at him, her pulse pounding. Why did he have to smell so good? And look so sexy.

Slowly, she licked her lips and reveled in the way his eyes lit up. “But I’ve got these amazing, wonderful bodyguards who will keep me safe. So why should I worry?”

“Trying to use flattery to get your way?” Corbin asked, looking slightly amused.

“Won’t work,” Hayes said.

“Please,” she begged, staring up at Corbin with her lower lip out.

She wasn’t sure she’d ever pouted in her life. But she really needed this.

And she was prepared to use whatever tools she had on hand.

Corbin sighed, leaning in closer to whisper in her ear. “Put that lip away before it gets you into more trouble than you’re ready to handle.”

“What sort of trouble are you talking about? And for your information, I can handle a lot,” she replied.

“You can’t handle this,” he warned.

She was tempted to push him. Bebe wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

But Hayes cleared his throat, reminding them that he was there.

Oops.

It was all too easy to get caught up in Corbin’s magnetism. But she had to remember that getting involved with him was a really dumb idea.

Corbin stepped back and half-turned to Hayes. “We could make it happen.”

Hayes stared from one to the other. “You give in, and she’s gonna think that pout will always get her what she wants.”

Bebe could feel herself growing red. Why did he sound like he was talking about more than the job?

Corbin just shook his head. “I won’t allow that. But we can make this trip safe for her. Provided she follows the rules.” Corbin shot her a look. “Which she will.”

She gave him a bright smile. “Of course I will.”

Following the rules was totally her jam.

So was lying, apparently.

Hmm.

She would? He wasn’t so sure. Bebe could be a bit of a wildcard.

It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her what would happen if she did disobey the rules.

But that wasn’t his right, was it?

Hayes sighed and stood. “Fine. But we’re going for two hours, max.”

“Of course,” she said, bouncing up onto her toes.

Oh, that was adorable.

“I know you probably need your beauty sleep. Does your head turn into a pumpkin if you stay out after midnight?”

Dear Lord.

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