Page 3 of Papa's Bébé
Of course, that was the moment that her boss appeared. David was muscular and handsome. And a total asshole.
“What is going on here?” he demanded. “Maya, why haven’t you started the class?”
“Because this woman brought her dog,” Regan whined.
“He’s going to bite me!” Emily cried. “He’s dangerous.”
Jenni turned to David, placing a hand on his chest. David liked to wear workout gear all day, every day. Which wouldn’t be a problem, but he always wore sleeveless, tight tops. And David was a very, very hairy man.
But Maya could deal with that if he also didn’t wear extremely tight yoga pants that no man should ever wear.
It left absolutely nothing to the imagination. So Maya knew the guy wasn’t packing much.
“Davy, make her take her fat dog and leave,” Jenni whined.
Millie sucked in a huge breath. “Did you just call my dog F-A-T?”
Maya wasn’t sure why she was spelling the word out rather than saying it. But maybe it was due to Mr. Fluffy’s reaction. Because he was now snarling at Jenni.
And Jenni had ducked behind David.
A David who stumbled back several feet, away from Mr. Fluffy. Jenni slipped onto her ass with a cry. Then, to add insult to injury, David stepped right onto her hand.
“David! Oww! You’ve broken my hand!” Jenni cried. “My poor hand!”
Wow.
What a drama queen.
It was hardly likely to be broken. Maybe a bit bruised and sore.
“Get that dog away from me!” David yelled.
“Oh, it’s not you he’s growling at,” Millie told him. “It’s her, because she called him F-A-T.” She pointed at Jenni. “Mr. Fluffy is very sensitive about his weight. And her.” She pointed at Emily. “Because she kicked me and Mr. Fluffy loves me. He doesn’t like people kicking me. I’d like to add that if you hadn’t tried to kick him, then this wouldn’t have been an issue.”
“Well, it wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t brought a damn mutt to yoga class. Dogs aren’t allowed in yoga class,” Emily whined.
“Mr. Fluffy is my service dog and it clearly states on the front door of this building that service dogs are allowed in here.”
“A service dog?” Jenni screeched. She was still sitting on the floor, holding her hand.
Total drama queen.
“That mutt can’t possibly be a service dog!” Emily said.
“Are you calling my friend a liar?” Livvy asked. “Because she’s not. Mr. Fluffy is her service dog, he has every right to behere, and you tried to kick him. Then you kicked his owner, who he is trained to protect. So if anyone is in the wrong, it’s you three.”
“Plus, you’re delaying my class,” Maya added.
She had no idea if Millie and Livvy were telling the truth, but Livvy was her friend and you always backed your friends.
No matter what.
“This is all bullshit!” Regan yelled. “You cannot blame us because she brought a dangerous dog onto the premises. We have the right to be safe. Davy, who are you going to side with? Us or them?”
David turned to Millie. “They’re right. You can’t bring a dangerous dog here and interrupt this class. Even if he is a service dog, our clients have the right to feel safe.”
“They would’ve been fine if Emily hadn’t tried to kick the dog,” Tegan said.
