Page 52 of Papa's Bébé
He made a low noise of amusement. “Okay, Maya. For the moment we’ll have our conversations with you looking at my chest. Or lower.”
Lower?
What did he mean?
Oh, good Lord. What was she doing? Maya closed her eyes and raised her head frantically as she realized that her gaze had dropped.
She’d been staring at his crotch.
Not consciously. Or, at least, that’s what she told herself. It had been an accident.
She knew she’d gone bright red, her cheeks were hot, and no doubt she resembled a tomato.
“I need to go home.”
“I have my car. I’ll drive home behind you. Don’t lose me.”
“You . . .” she swallowed heavily.Come on, Maya. Get it together.“You’re really going to . . . to stay . . . withme?”
Again, the last two words came out quickly as one.
He was going to think she was an idiot.
She thought she was one. It was bad enough the way she’d acted yesterday, but now he was coming home with her.
“I am,” he said firmly. “We can talk once we get you home since that seems to be important to you. Yes?”
“Yes,” she replied as that urgency returned. “I have to get home.”
“Are you going to be all right to drive?”
Why wouldn’t she be? She was always all right to drive. Who was going to do it for her?
“Of course.”
“Of course,” he repeated for some reason. Then his hand wrapped around hers.
Again.
Why did he keep doing that?
It’s only the second time he’s done it, Maya. It’s not like he’s been suddenly overcome by your beauty and cannot resist touching you.
Overcome by her beauty.
Ha! She was cracking herself up now.
“You’re shaking,” he pointed out.
She was?
Shoot. It was a response to dealing with her family. This always happened. She had to psych herself up first and it took a lot of energy to maintain her shields, to ensure that she didn’t mess up and show any sign of weakness.
Showing weakness in front of her family was a death sentence.
“Just cold,” she explained.
Hey, she got that out without fumbling over her words.
