Page 109 of Papa's Bébé
The real idiot of this conversation looked at him in shock. Then he sniffed. “Right. Sure. And I’ll eat my right sock. Maya, this caveman isn’t for you.”
“Right,” Maya said quietly. “But a jerk who objectified me every day I worked for him is? Someone who follows me around, watches me undress and masturbates in his car is what I need?”
Ryan flushed. “I’m watching out for you.”
“Watching out for me? From who? Right now, the biggest threat to me is you!”
“Me? I’ve never touched you!”
“Yeah, but it was only a matter of time until you did,” Matthieu told him. “I bet you’ve thought about it. I bet you dream about it. While you were touching yourself, you were probably thinking about all the things you want to do to her. Weren’t you?”
There was a guilty look on the asshole’s face. Yeah, he’d been thinking about touching her.
“I’m so grossed out right now,” Maya said. “Youwerethinking about that. Matthieu was right. You were going toescalate. And I kept making excuses for you. I just thought you were harmless. But you’re really not.”
To his surprise, she leaned against him and he could feel her shaking.
Something that fed that flame inside him. The one he tried to control, but it seemed to be getting hotter and hotter around her.
This asshole threatening her, the spray painting on her garage door and her confessions about Vince, as well as the fact that she obviously wasn’t feeling that good . . . it all fanned those flames.
Control.
He needed to keep himself under control.
“You’re really a sick, terrible man and you need to leave me alone,” Maya told him. She sounded so lost and small and he hated it.
He wanted the spitfire he’d just held in his arms before. And he realized that there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do to get her back.
“Why? Because you’ve now found another man?” Ryan sneered.
This asshole.
He needed a reality check. Fast.
“Another man?” Maya repeated. “Ryan, do you think that you and I . . . that there is something between us? Because there isn’t. There never has been. You were my boss. I left my job working for you because you were making me uncomfortable. Then you became my stalker. I stupidly thought that you were harmless. Now, I’m seeing I was wrong. You’re sick. There is something wrong with you and you need help.”
“I need help?” Ryan repeated. “Do you remember who I am? You would be lucky to have me, Maya! Look at where you live! Look at your job! A yoga instructor? Seriously? What kind of job is that? It’s a freaking hobby. You should get down on your kneesand beg God for me. But you don’t get me. I’m not interested in dating you. You’re fuckable, but you’re not the sort of girl I could take home to mother.”
This guy was going to fucking die.
A red film came over his gaze and without realizing it, he suddenly had his hand around Ryan’s neck and was pushing him back against the car.
Hmm. He should probably ease up. The other guy was scratching at him, attempting to pull his hand away. But Matthieu easily held on. This guy had no fighting skills.
Pathetic.
Instead of letting go, Matthieu found himself tightening his hold on Ryan’s neck until his face grew red. Then purple.
“Matthieu! Matthieu, you need to let him go! You cannot kill him.”
“Why not?” he asked. Even though he knew why not. It was against the law . . . blah, blah, blah.
“Because I don’t know how to get rid of a dead body,” she said. “I don’t have enough bleach to clean the scene or a vat of acid and what if the cameras from my security system reach over here?”
“They do,” he said, but he eased the hold on Ryan’s neck so he could breathe. “I asked Captain to put them in so they’d reach the street so we could catch this asshole doing a drive by. And instead, we found him here, jacking off.”
This wasn’t what she needed after the last few days she’d had. It was more than clear that she was exhausted. She was pale and had dark marks under her eyes.
