Page 62 of Daddy's Wild Girl

Uh-oh.

He looked like he was about to reach level three and start pacing. Lord help her if he crossed his arms over his chest. At least he couldn’t order her to come to him.

“Ever?”

“Ever. You are not talking about anyone’s butt.”

“Not even yours?” This was a confusing conversation.

“Well, I, um . . .” he trailed off and ran a hand over his face. “I think I need some more sleep.”

Guilt filled her. “I’m really sorry I woke you up.”

“Don’t say you’re sorry.” He studied her with those piercing eyes and she realized he wasn’t wearing his glasses.

“You aren’t wearing your glasses.”

“No. I can still see without them; it’s just that some things are blurry. And I raced in here when I heard you screaming. Hayes did, too, but he left me to it. We, uh, didn’t want to crowd you.”

That was nice and also really embarrassing.

“I’m still sorry. This isn’t exactly in your job description.”

“I don’t care about my job description. I care about you.”

Lord.

Those words.

They hit her hard. Made her want to lean into him. To let him take care of her all the time.

You cannot fall for pretty words.

But it was more than that. He followed his words up. Every. Time.

She’d been fooled before by lies. Deceived and used by those who were supposed to take care of her.

So she should be more careful.

She’d known him ten days. That wasn’t enough time to trust in him.

“Will you tell me what the nightmare was about?” he asked. “You sounded so scared and you’d stopped breathing. It was terrifying.”

“Sorry,” she whispered again, her gaze dropping.

She felt so guilty for waking him up. For scaring him.

Always causing trouble,aren’t you, Belle?

“Hey, Bebe.”Corbin touched his hand to hers and she flinched.

Fuck.

She really hadn’t meant to do that.

“Sorry.”

His gaze narrowed down on her hand, which she had moved away from his. Something strange filled his face.

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