The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 219

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Chapter 106: Preferences at the Table-2

Before Maya could protest, Harper wiggled her brows mischievously. “Sooo… let’s stay as planned, ok? That’s settled. Now… they’re planning a little campfire drinking-bonding thing tonight and want us to join. What do you say?”

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Maya bit her lip, sneaking a glance at Damien before looking back at Harper. “Umm… actually

… I can’t.”

Harper blinked, confused. “Wait-what? Why not?”

Maya hesitated, then admitted softly, “Because… he wants to take me somewhere.”

Harper’s jaw dropped so fast she almost fell off her chair. “EXCUSE ME?!” She clapped her hands together like a kid on Christmas morning. “Ohhhhhh!! A secret date? A romantic surprise?? Stop it, I can’t handle this level of swoon!”

She threw her head back with a dramatic sigh, fanning herself wildly. “You two are like- straight out of a novel. A dark brooding hero, his queen, mysterious plans… Ughhh, Daya Nation is thriving tonight!! Someone give me popcorn because I am living for this.”

Harper leaned in, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Fine, fine. Go have your magical mystery date. But I swear, when you get back, I want details. And if you don’t spill, Maya…” She pointed at her with mock severity. “…I will die. Dead. Deceased. Buried. Don’t make me haunt you.”

Harper clapped her hands again, eyes wide. “Wait! Hold up-do we need to glam you up? Are we talking dinner, fancy dinner, or… what kind of secret rendezvous is this?”

Damien’s voice was calm, low, precise. “Just somewhere private and quiet. We’ll be staying there for the night.”

Harper’s jaw practically hit the floor. “No-freaking-way! Okay, okay, I got you. I’ll help you pack. Only the essentials… and by essentials, I mean sexy lingerie!” Her eyes gleamed with mischief. “That matching black lace bra and thong I forced you to buy? Wear it. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

Ashcroft froze with his drink halfway to his lips, eyes darting between Harper and Maya. Lee, mid-chew, nearly swallowed wrong, coughing as his food went down the wrong pipe. James, spoon paused above his soup, just stared, completely caught off guard.

Damien’s smirk tugged at his lips, clearly entertained, while Maya’s face burned bright red.

“Harper!!” she snapped, heat rising up her neck.

Damien’s eyes flicked to Maya, an almost imperceptible smirk forming. He let the comment

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hang in the air, clearly enjoying both Harper’s antics and Maya’s blush.

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Harper shrugged innocently, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips. “What? We’re all adults

you, here.” She leaned back slightly, eyes glinting as she scanned the table. “Let’s start with Mr. Playboy. For someone like you… what’s your lingerie preference in a woman?”

Ashcroft smirked, leaning back with effortless confidence. “G-strings… or better yet, nothing at all. I like to see everything.”

Harper raised her eyebrows, clearly delighted. “Oh, spicy!”

She turned to Lee next. “How about you, Lee? What’s your type?”

Lee shrugged. “Anything… just… no granny panties.”

Everyone at the table burst into laughter, the sound mingling with Harper’s delighted snicker.

“And you, Mr. Horton?”

James cleared his throat, clearly flustered. “I… I find bikinis… attractive.”

Harper nodded thoughtfully, pretending to jot notes in the air. “Fair, fair.”

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Finally, Harper’s gaze landed on Damien. “And you, boss? What’s your preference?”

Damien’s eyes flicked to James, a faint tilt of his head signaling him to answer.

James cleared his throat. “Everything should be ready before sunset, and the chopper will be here by five.”

Harper glanced at her phone. “Okay… we have time.” She turned to Maya, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Now… finish up! Let’s go!”

Maya’s eyes went wide. “Where are we going?”

Harper leaned in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “To your room. We need to… study a little. Watch a good… porn… you know, research. Figure out what works, what doesn’t… and then I’ll help you pack!”

Maya froze, her face a deep shade of red, mortified.

Ashcroft nearly chocked on his drink, covering his mouth with back of his hand, while James’s ears went pink as he looked away politely.

Damien’s jaw flexed, his gaze narrowing on Harper, the edge of a warning glinting beneath his calm exterior.

Harper only grinned wider, utterly unbothered by the tension she stirred. “Relax, boss. Strictly educational. Just… basic anatomy. Trust me! You’ll thank me later!”

Maya buried her face in her hands, groaning.

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Laughter rippled around the table, though Damien’s stare lingered on Maya-dark, sharp, possessive. A silent promise: she wouldn’t be learning from anyone but him.

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