Page 108 of Papa's Bébé
But she couldn’t just hide behind him. Ryan was her stalker. She should take care of him. Plus, she didn’t want Matthieu to do something he might regret later. Not that he seemed like the kind of guy to make rash decisions.
Suddenly, he moved, drawing off his jacket. He half-turned and held it out to her.
Did he want her to hold it?
“You’re only wearing pajamas. Put that on.”
Oh right. Yikes!
She glanced down at herself. She should have put a robe on at least. Although her pajamas weren’t skimpy or revealing.
“You’re shivering,” he told her. “Put that on or go inside. Where you were supposed to be. You don’t even have any shoes on!”
That’s what he wanted to focus on? Her shoes? Although her feet were cold.
“You could have stepped on something and cut yourself. I couldn’t believe it when I was on a call and heard Dougie barking and found the front door open.”
Oh. Oops.
“Jacket. On. Now.”
She hastily drew the jacket on over her pajamas.
“Are you really going to let him talk to you like that, Maya?” Ryan sneered. “I thought you would have more self-respect than to let yourself be bossed around by a rough neanderthal.”
Was he for real right now?
She stepped to the side of Matthieu so she could glare at Ryan. “You have some nerve you masturbating stalker creep! You were in your car touching yourself while staring at me . . . without my consent! And you dare to stand there and criticize Matthieu! I’m going to teach you some manners!” She jumped toward him, but Matthieu caught her, holding her against his chest. Her legs were dangling in the air, but it didn’t stop her from trying to kick and punch Ryan.
“Calm down, spitfire,” Matthieu told her.
“No! He’s the one stalking me and yet he’s standing there looking down on you? No, this asshole better fucking pray that I don’t pay him a visit in the middle of the night and cut off that disgusting thing between his legs. That’s if I can find it because it’s so fucking small!”
This is not a laughing moment.
You cannot laugh.
Her pervert stalker is standing right there. And you need to take this seriously.
But it was hard when all his anger had been erased by the tiny spitfire in his arms. She was fighting with all her strength to get away from him, but she couldn’t budge him.
Fuck.
He hadn’t thought through giving her his jacket to wear, though, had he? Because he seemed to like the idea of her in his clothes.
Of course, her cute attempt to stick up for him didn’t erase his anger at her for disobeying him. And he needed to remember that. No matter how cute she was, she had to learn to obey him.
Rushing out in her pajamas to confront her stalker was not good behavior.
But she’d learn that soon. First, he had to get rid of this asshole. And do it in such a way that he never came back.
“Really, Maya,” Ryan said scornfully. “Is this what you really want? Some oversized, brutish idiot?”
“Brutish idiot?” Matthieu repeated. “I’m the idiot?”
“What’s the highest education you have? A middle school diploma?” the asshole asked snootily.
“Actually, my highest degree is a Masters of Business,” Matthieu replied.
