The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 504

For perhaps the first time in his life, he found himself at a complete loss for words.

On the other end of the line, Maya remained equally silent.

Then, to Damien's growing irritation, she laughed.

Not loudly.

Just enough to make it clear she found the situation far more amusing than she should have.

"What?"

Maya tried to suppress her laughter.

"Nothing."

Damien frowned.

"Maya..."

Another laugh escaped her. This time, much louder and completely unrestrained.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry."

His expression darkened slightly.

"I asked a simple question."

"Exactly!" Maya said before quickly covering her mouth. "I mean... it just caught me off guard a little."

The amusement gradually faded from her voice.

After their last misunderstanding, she knew Damien had been making an effort.

An effort that clearly did not come naturally to him.

Now she felt slightly guilty for bursting that bubble.

Clearing her throat, she shifted on the couch.

"Okay. I'm serious now."

Damien remained silent.

"So..." Maya tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "About your question." "Forget it."

"No, no. Wait a second, Mister." Maya sat up immediately. "You can't take it back now." "Can't I?"

"No." "Why not?"

"Because I already have an answer."

That finally seemed to catch his attention.

"Oh?"

A smile spread across Maya's face as she settled back against the couch.

"Yes. I do want something."

A brief pause followed.

"But only on one condition."

"What condition?"

"You have to get it yourself."

Damien frowned.

"I just said I would."

"No." Maya shook her head even though he couldn't see it. "I mean actually get it yourself."

A faint crease appeared between his brows.

Maya grinned.

"You know... walk into the store. Stand in line. Order it yourself."

"That's your condition?"

"Yes."

Damien glanced toward the waiting vehicle parked at the curb.

"That's easy."

"Good." Maya sounded entirely too pleased with herself. “Then I want a slice of pecan cheesecake and an iced white chocolate mocha with oat milk, an extra shot of espresso, and light ice."

A brief pause followed.

"Oh! And one less pump of white chocolate."

Damien was silent.

"What?" Maya asked. "Do you need me to repeat that? Actually, wait. I can just text it to you."

"No need. I got it."

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"You've clearly spent time thinking about this." "Well, yes," Maya said unapologetically. "I've been craving cheesecake all week."

"You could have asked for one."

"I know."

"Then why didn't you?"

"Because I didn't need one."

Damien pinched the bridge of his nose.

"That logic makes no sense."

"It makes perfect sense," Maya argued. "Craving it means I want it. It doesn't mean I need it. You asked if I needed something."

A brief pause followed.

"But only on one condition."

"What condition?"

"You have to get it yourself."

Damien frowned.

"I just said I would."

"No." Maya shook her head even though he couldn't see it. "I mean actually get it yourself."

A faint crease appeared between his brows.

Maya grinned.

"You know... walk into the store. Stand in line. Order it yourself."

"That's your condition?"

"Yes."

Damien glanced toward the waiting vehicle parked at the curb.

"That's easy."

"Good." Maya sounded entirely too pleased with herself. “Then I want a slice of pecan cheesecake and an iced white chocolate mocha with oat milk, an extra shot of espresso, and light ice."

A brief pause followed.

"Oh! And one less pump of white chocolate."

Damien was silent.

"What?" Maya asked. "Do you need me to repeat that? Actually, wait. I can just text it to you."

"No need. I got it."

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"You've clearly spent time thinking about this." "Well, yes," Maya said unapologetically. "I've been craving cheesecake all week."

"You could have asked for one."

"I know."

"Then why didn't you?"

"Because I didn't need one."

Damien pinched the bridge of his nose.

"That logic makes no sense."

"It makes perfect sense," Maya argued. "Craving it means I want it. It doesn't mean I need it. You asked if I needed something."