Page 96 of Daddy's Wild Girl

“Of course.” He sounded almost offended. “Is there any other way to eat pie?”

Good.

Acceptable.

“Leave it outside my door and I’ll get it soon. Thanks,” she added with a wince.

Manners,Bebe.

Why must I always need to remind you? You’re not a baby.

Fuck off,asshole.

There was silence from the other side of the door.

“Fuck off, asshole?” Corbin said.

Oh shit.

Had she said that out loud? Crap.

“Bebe, I’m just trying to look after you. If you think that makes me an ass?—”

“I didn’t mean you,” she quickly said, sitting up and pushing her blankets back. “Sorry! I was thinking about something and it just slipped out.”

“Who were you thinking about?” he growled the words through the door.

She could almost feel his anger.

But she knew it wasn’t aimed at her and she swallowed heavily around the lump in her throat.

“It doesn’t matter,” she whispered even though he probably couldn’t hear.

“Bebe, let me in, darling.”

Closing her eyes, she looked longingly at the door. A big part of her did want to open the door, but she felt raw today. Open and vulnerable in a way she hadn’t felt since . . . well, since the months followinghim.

Was cherry pie worth the risk of him seeing her like this?

Likely not.

“I won’t bother you again. Just let me make sure you eat and that you’re not going to . . .”

Oh. Oh! He was worried she might do something to harm herself?

“I’m really okay, Corbin.”

“Well, I’d like to see that for myself. Open, Bebe.”

This time, he injected more command into his voice. And she found herself getting out of bed and walking toward the door. The room kind of swam. Shoot. She should probably drink some water and eat something. She was feeling woozy and light-headed.

Before she could second-guess her decision, she opened the door. Corbin stood there with a tray of food and a soft smile on his face.

The only thing that could have made this better was if he was shirtless.

Yikes.

She hoped she didn’t say that out loud.

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