Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
“Right . . . got it. Thanks.” He ended the call and she tried really hard to stay still. But her bladder wasn’t having it.
“You’ve got to go to the toilet.” It was a statement rather than a question.
“Nope.”
This was not a conversation she wanted to have with the hottest man on the planet. She did not want him to know that she peed.
Okay, she was being ridiculous and she knew it.
Everyone had to use a bathroom. It just wasn’t very romantic or sexy.
Matthieu’s frown turned into a scowl. “What have I said about lying to me?”
Oh damn.
She was going to get herself into trouble. Plus, she really did have to pee.
“Sorry! It was a little white lie.”
“No such thing as a little white lie and I don’t even understand why you would lie.”
“I don’t know! Because I didn’t want you to know that I have to pee! It was weird. I’m weird! Can I pee now?”
Yeah, she was definitely acting like a crazy person.
“Seems having a full bladder erases your shyness. Although watch the way you talk about yourself,” he warned. He quickly led her to the bathroom, checking it before he let her in. She knew that he’d stand outside and wouldn’t let anyone else in until she came out.
Thankfully, there was no one else around at the moment.
By the time she sat on the toilet, she was in considerable pain and, of course, she now couldn’t pee.
It was infuriating.
She sat there and hummed. She moved around. She rocked. Nothing.
Maybe she should get up and turn on the water.
There was a knock on the door.
“Busy!” she called out.
“Are you all right?” Matthieu asked, his voice sounding muffled. He was probably calling out through the door.
This was it. Her humiliation was complete. He likely thought she was doing more than peeing.
“I’m fine,” she called out.
But she wasn’t. She was going to have to go turn on the water. Getting up, she groaned as her bladder protested the movement.
“Maya? What’s wrong?”
Shoot. His voice was much clearer now. Was he in the bathroom?
“I have to run the water,” she said.
“You can’t go?” he asked.
“No.” She closed her eyes.
“Not surprised. You left it too long. You should have told me,” he scolded.
“Weirdly, this is not helping me pee.” Yep, she was definitely filled with more attitude when she was in pain.
The fact that she couldn’t see him also helped.
“Désolé,” he murmured.
Wow. That was weird. For some reason, him speaking in French actually seemed to make her feel better.
“What can I do to help you?” he asked.
She closed her eyes. One day he was going to make some lucky girl very happy.
If he ever decided that he wanted to settle down that was.
“This is going to sound really weird,” she told him.
“Bébé, just tell me. You’re in pain and I don’t like it.”
She winced, closing her eyes. “Believe me, I don’t like it either.”
“So spit it out before I come in there and help you.”
“What the heck does that mean?” she asked.
“You don’t want to know. Tell me.”
“Can you turn on the tap and run the water?” she said quickly.
The water immediately turned on. “Done. That wasn’t weird, was it?”
“No, it’s the next part that’s weird,” she confessed. “Can you please speak to me in French?”
To her surprise, he didn’t even question her. He simply started to speak in French. She had no idea what he was saying, he could have been reciting all of the ingredients in their dinner tonight.
It did the trick, though. She started to pee.
Oh heck.
What a relief.
She sighed and cleaned up. “I’m done. You can go. Thank you!”
“I’ll be right outside the door.”
Maya waited until she was certain that he was gone to walk out of the stall and wash her hands. She also wet a paper towel and dabbed it over her hot cheeks.
Lord.
She did not want to go out there and face him. But it wasn’t like she had any other choice.
Gathering up her courage, she moved to the door and stepped out. But he didn’t say anything as she walked out. Instead, his hand went to the small of her back as he steered her toward the staff break room.
It was time for lunch and she could feel her stomach rumbling.
As she pulled their sandwiches from the fridge, he sat down with his phone out, sending off messages.
“What’s going on?” she asked as she sat across from him at the table.
“There was another threat to your father,” he explained.
Shit.
“Are you sure?” she asked. “Sorry, that was a stupid question. It’s been over two weeks. I thought that maybe the person threatening him had given up or something. What happened?”
“Another threatening note.” Matthieu frowned. “It seems odd that a note turned up now.”
“Why odd?” she asked.
“Nothing for over two weeks, like you said. And then a note right before he plans to return to work.”