Page 95 of Papa's Bébé
“You can’t come in with me,” she managed to get out as she stared out the windshield.
David would flip.
She’d get fired.
And she needed to keep this job. At least until she rescued those puppies. There was another puppy yoga class on Saturday. She couldn’t just leave them to their fate.
“I’m coming in,” he said firmly.
“My boss won’t like that.”
“He’ll just have to get over that, then, won’t he?” he replied calmly.
That was okay for him to say. He didn’t have to deal with David on a day-to-day basis. Although she guessed he would be for the foreseeable future.
With a groan, she reached for her door handle.
“Wait.” He reached over and grabbed hold of her arm. She froze.
Not again.
She really needed to get more comfortable with his touch.
Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?
Shut up, devil Maya.
“What?” she snapped, without really meaning to. But she had to get away from him. His scent filled the car. She couldn’t describe it exactly. Sandalwood with a hint of something else? Cinnamon and vanilla? Or was it caramel?
“We need to talk about some rules before we go in there.”
“Now?”
“Now,” he said firmly. “First rule, you don’t get out of the car until I come around and open the door.”
“Seriously?” She turned to gape at him.
“Yes, I am being very serious. I’m talking about your safety. Which is literally my job.”
Right. She was a job.
She shouldn’t forget that.
Just do what he says without arguing.
And now good girl Maya was here. Maya wasn’t sure which one she preferred. The angel or the demon.
“Next rule. You don’t leave a building without me. We go in there, I stick to you like glue. But, if for some reason we get separated, you do not leave. Same at your house. Understand?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“But I will be sticking to you like glue. That means that I walk close to you. I stay close to you. If you want to go somewhere, you talk to me first.”
She nodded. All of this seemed fairly straight forward. Although she had a feeling she would get tired of it quickly.
“If you get a bad feeling at any time, you tell me. If anything happens that makes you feel scared or uncomfortable, you tell me.”
“All right,” she whispered. “Is that all? I’m going to be late.”
