Page 95 of Daddy's Wild Girl

Don’t give in. You cannot give in to your feelings for him. In less than two weeks, he’s leaving. You just have to hold on for that long.

Have some willpower, woman!

“I just want to check you’re all right. Then I’ll leave you alone.”

Hmm. He would?

“It’s nearly four and you haven’t eaten all day, I’m starting to get really worried about you.”

Oh. It was that late?

Her stomach growled on cue. Fine. Perhaps she was a bit hungry, but that still wasn’t enough to entice her out of her cocoon. She was safe here. In here, she could pretend that the world didn’t exist.

Fort! Fort! We could build a fort!

No!

She shut those thoughts down quickly. It would be all too easy to let her Little slip free.

It was bad enough that she was having to fight herself from going into the closet and pulling out that box . . .

“I have some of your favorite food here.”

Beer and pie?

She sat up slightly, pushing her head out of the covers. “What is it?”

There was a pause. “Sorry. Wasn’t expecting you to answer. I’ve got some grapes, cheese, crackers, and a protein drink that Hayes mixed up for you.”

The cheese was tempting. Bebe loved cheese.

But there was no pie or beer. Disappointing.

Sooo . . . pass.

“And if you eat some of this, I have some pie for dessert.”

Hmm.

Okay, maybe he was learning.

“What kind?” she asked.

She swore . . . if he said blackberry, then she would not be happy. She might even throw something . . .

At him.

Are you trying to get punished?

Her hand pulsed at the thought.

Corbin wasn’t like that. He wasn’t likehim.

“Cherry.”

Suitable response. More than acceptable, really.

“Vanilla ice cream with it?” she asked.

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