Hearing what Nia said, Maxwell Peary didn't say anything, he just crawled straight out from under the covers.
Wearing only a pair of underwear, he walked over without a care and picked up his robe to put it on.
Nia lay there watching the CEO's round, bouncy butt, and her little face flushed red again.
Ahem!
She kind of had some images in her head that really shouldn't be there.
Nia immediately shook those thoughts out of her little head and lay there obediently.
"Are you hungry? I told the kitchen to make you something to eat."
Nia nodded right away. That was seriously necessary.
She was already starving to death by now.
Seeing Rabina Mitchell's expression, Maxwell came to the side of the bed, lowered his head and gently pressed a kiss to her smooth forehead.
"You're feeling really uncomfortable, aren't you?"
These past few days Rabina had been protesting his lack of restraint at night, and last night he'd really gone to town.
