The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 124

Chapter of Namibe Flats for book d

Chapter 62: No One Else Gets to Look-3

“It screams I’m alive, babe. You’re twenty-five, not seventy. Own it.”

Clawn

In the end, Maya had only gotten Harper to back off by insisting on keeping her jean shorts- and unbuttoning the white linen polo for some kind of balance. Originally, Harper wanted her to wear just the long white shirt over the bikini.

“It’s breezy. It’s chic. Let the world breathe,” she’d said dramatically.

But the shirt was so thin, Maya felt practically naked the moment sunlight hit it. It may as well have been made of mist.

So now, standing in the lobby with all eyes subtly (or not-so-subtly) drifting toward her, she felt a hot flush creep up her neck.

This is why I didn’t want to wear this.

She tugged at the edge of her open polo, fingers brushing the waist of her jean shorts. They were a small comfort-something grounded, something hers.

Beside her, Harper glowed like a sun goddess who hadn’t doubted her outfit for a second.

Maya, on the other hand, was hyperaware of everything-the way her top floated open with every step, the heat on her cheeks, the feel of Damien’s gaze pressing in like a slow burn she couldn’t ignore.

Harper’s fearless boldness always made her wonder how anyone could carry that kind of energy so effortlessly. It was both a shield and a gift, something Maya wished she could borrow for just a moment.

“Okay, you are definitely being stared at,” Harper whispered beside her, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

“And not just by Mr. Tall, Dark and Mine-Mine-Mine over there.”

Maya’s brows knit together. “What are you-”

“Oh come on,” Harper cut in, looping her arm through Maya’s and dragging her forward.

“Let’s go say hi to our very beach-ready bosses. Don’t trip-we’re walking in slow motion now.

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“What-what are you talking about-?”

“Slow. Motion. Baywatch moment. Just go with it.”

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