Page 120 of Daddy's Wild Girl

You can’t do this, Bebe. You can’t do this to yourself. Or to him.

“Night, baby,” he said to her. “Do you need me to stay with you until you fall asleep?”

“N-no. I have this.” Stay calm or he will know something is wrong. “Thank you.”

“I’ll be right outside your room. All the doors and windows are locked. The alarm is on. You’re safe. Good night. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

He left, shutting the door behind him.

Great.

Now she was going to be awake all night worrying that he might only want her because she was a Little.

That there was a stalker out there trying to hurt her.

That she was supposed to go to Montana and stay on a Ranch where she knew no one and people might judge her.

And now she had to worry that there could be bedbugs!

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Coffee.

She desperately needed coffee.

Bebe was pretty sure she hadn’t slept at all last night and now she was feeling the consequences.

As she stepped out of her bedroom, she breathed a sigh of relief at finding Corbin gone. There was the sound of a shower running.

All right.

Walking downstairs, she moved into the kitchen to find a pot already brewing. And a large man sitting at the table, watching her contemplatively.

Uh-oh. She didn’t like that look on his face.

“It’s too early to be thinking that hard,” she told him, making her coffee with lots of hazelnut creamer and a dash of coffee.

“Did you get any sleep?” he asked.

Crap. She’d put some makeup on before coming down to hide the marks under her eyes. Maybe she hadn’t done as good a job as she’d thought.

“Did you?” she countered instead of answering.

“I was on duty.”

On duty?

“You stayed up all night? Do you really think he knows where I live?”

“Didn’t see any sign of anyone watching the house last night. But yeah, it’s a strong possibility.”

Great. What was she going to do?

“Were you heading to your thinking spot?”

She glanced outside at the rising sun. “I thought about it.”

“Then thought better of it?” he drawled.

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