Page 94 of Papa's Bébé
Don’t react.
Do not react.
He’s just trying to help you. Even if his shoulder did rub against your breast and your nipple hardened.
Oh heck!
She was wearing a sports bra and a thin long-sleeved T-shirt. It was kind of obvious that her nipple had gone all hard.
“Here you are. Sip.” He sat back up and held the straw part of the bottle to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around it and sucked.
Was it her imagination or did his eyes darken? Was he aroused? Was that why he was just sitting there, staring at her?
Maybe he felt the same way she did . . . maybe he couldn’t resist this pull between them.
“Here, take the drink bottle.”
Or maybe he’d just been waiting for her to take the drink bottle from him and she’d been staring at him like a zombie.
Huh, perhaps she really was zombie Maya.
Awesome.
“Are you feeling better now?” he asked.
She nodded as she lowered the drink bottle. She’d stopped drinking a while ago, but hadn’t wanted to move the bottle away since she didn’t want to talk to him.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
Another nod. She stared at the piece of strawberry. She wanted to grab it and tuck it away, but she couldn’t seem to move.
Had he seen her nipple?
Embarrassment flooded her. Had he sensed her arousal?
Dear God. This was terrible. It was a disaster. It was nipplegate.
Or maybe strawberrygate was more accurate.
“Like that, huh?” he murmured as he pulled into a parking spot by her work. How had he known where she worked? If she could actually talk, she’d ask him.
He turned to her, making her tense more. What did he mean, like that?
“Don’t stress, Maya. Everything is going to be okay.”
Those words shouldn’t have made a difference to her stress levels. Telling someone not to stress was ridiculous. It never worked . . . only she felt her breathing grow easier, her chest become less restricted.
It was nuts.
She was nuts.
“Take a deep breath, let it out slowly. You’ve got to go teach a class now and you need to be nice and relaxed. Another one. In. Out. Very good. You’re doing so well.”
Yay her! She knew how to breathe. Something other people managed to do without coaching.
Then she remembered why she’d choked in the first place.
Crap!
