Page 114 of Papa's Bébé
“No, I don’t think it’s that I’m untrusting. I think that you didn’t think first. You just got an idea in your head and went with it without thinking of the consequences. Tell me I’m wrong.”
Drat.
How had he figured her out already?
It was . . . infuriating and baffling and honestly kind of nice. Because even her own family didn’t know her this well.
“I . . . I . . .you’re wrong.”
“Maya.”
Oh man. Why was his voice so stern? And so disapproving? And why did she care?
Maya was used to disapproval from people. She’d had it from her father every report card. The look in his face, the change of tone in his voice . . . yeah, she was used to it. He’dnever approved of anything she’d done. Including her current occupation.
Apparently being a yoga instructor was more of a hobby than a job.
All right. Stop thinking about your father. Matthieu is nothing like him . . . thank God.
Because that would be super weird if she was attracted to someone like her father. She shuddered.
“Maya, are you listening to me?”
“Yes, of course,” she replied, even though she realized he’d continued talking and she hadn’t noticed.
“What did I say?”
“Um, you said that we should go to bed and forget this ever happened?” she guessed.
“No,” he growled. “I reminded you that you are not allowed to lie to me. Or there will be consequences.”
Yikes.
“Well, I was close.” She snuck a glance at him.
“You weren’t close at all,” he informed her. “Why did you lie to me just now?”
“Um.” She didn’t have a good answer to that.
“Right, well, it doesn’t matter since you won’t be lying to me again.”
“You keep talking about these consequences . . . what are they?”
He grasped hold of her chin, tilting her face back. She kept her gaze on his nose. A nose couldn’t be considered attractive, right? Noses were kind of weird and ugly.
“Well, that’s what we have to work out. I know what they’d be if you were mine.”
Don’t ask.
Do. Not. Ask.
Ask. Ask. Ask.
Honestly, sometimes having two Mayas living inside her was tiring and confusing.
“What . . . what would they be?” she whispered. “If I was yours?”
Yes!
