Diana glanced at her legs, ''Why?"
"Are you trying to catch a cold walking around barefoot like that?" his eyes narrowed on her bare feet.
Diana chuckled, lifting her legs to the bed. Without even looking at him, she could feel him burning a hole in her feet, ''What are you, mommy hen?'' she thought about it for a moment before shaking her head, ''No, considering you are a man, we should lean towards Daddy.''
''Daddy?" Maxim repeated but his deepened tone shifted the entire joke that she spouted.
It somehow changed the context in which she said 'Daddy'. She meant 'Daddy hen' in general but ahem...
The hot single-dad novels she had been reading at night as a pastime after Angel slept were not doing justice to her morals.
Diana cleared her throat and changed the direction of the topic, ''Aren't you curious about anything?" she repeated her previous question, word by word.
Maxim's finger drew small circles on her waist. It was tickling yet she leaned into his touch.
