The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 61: Bikinis, Vodka, and Jet Skis-2

Then, scrambling for control, he added, “Uhh… that’s not necessary. Actually-what if I peel some for you instead?”

She shook her head gently, offering him a real smile, one that reached her eyes. “It’s okay. I love doing it. I always do it for Jamie. He eats them faster than I can peel.”

Damien’s gaze lingered on her, something unreadable but soft moving behind his eyes. Alright,” he said, voice low.

She began peeling with practiced ease, her fingers moving with quiet familiarity. “Besides, I enjoy taking care of the people I…” she hesitated, just for a breath – then added softly, “.. care about.”

A silence bloomed between them-not awkward, just felt.

Damien didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just watched her with that unreadable expression that had lost some of its sharpness-softened now into something almost fragile.

Across the table, Harper gently placed a hand over her chest, dramatically pretending to fan herself.

Ashcroft took a slow sip of wine and muttered under his breath, “Well, damn,” grinning behind the rim of his glass.

Maya gently placed a peeled prawn onto Damien’s plate, glancing up just as he looked down.

Their eyes met.

And held.

There was no witty remark. No teasing smirk. Just the hush of something unspoken between them, lingering like the salt in the air-soft, undeniable, and a little terrifying.

Damien lowered his gaze briefly, then reached for the prawn with slow, careful hands. “Thank you,” he said, voice quiet, almost… reverent.

Maya gave a small nod, her throat tightening. Why did that feel like so much more than just peeling shrimp?

For a moment, the sounds of the table blurred-the laughter, the chatter, even the waves.

Just him and her-and a silent exchange that said everything.

Damien picked up the prawn Maya had peeled and took a slow bite.

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It tasted better than he remembered.

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Sweeter. Softer. Like it had somehow absorbed her care. Ridiculous, he told himself. It’s just shrimp.

But it wasn’t. Not right now.

Across the table, Ashcroft leaned back with a smirk, watching the whole exchange unfold like premium entertainment. “Hey, sis,” he called, grinning at Maya. “Do you mind peeling some for me too?”

Maya gave a light laugh, “Sure-”

“No,” Damien said sharply, at the exact same time.

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