“Mary Anne, tells me you wouldn’t use the wheelchair.”
I made an innocent smile at him.
“How are you feeling?”
“Fine, I guess. I feel naked, though.” I said, motioning to the T-shirt I was wearing.
“Is that a problem?” He smirked.
“Uh, yeah. I didn’t know you had a billion people working in your house when I came downstairs basically naked.”
“You can do whatever you want in my house.”
The words sent a shiver up my spine. I started to get up.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I don’t know, but I’m done here.”
Damian pulled the wheelchair up next to me.
“No way.” I hobbled around it.
“No?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Yup, nope, I’m good.” I ground out as I made my way around him.
“Have it your way.”
I whirled around. “Damian, don’t you dare!”
It was too late. Damian grabbed me in one swift motion and threw me over his shoulder.
“Damian, put me down.” I hissed.
“Not a chance, love. Can’t have you fucking up your feet anymore than they already are.”
“Damian, my whole ass is out.” I breathed, struggling to wiggle out of his grip.
“Perfect.” He carried me back up the stairs with long easy strides.
“Your staff is going to see.” I hissed.
“They don’t care.”
“I do.” I grunted out.
He reached up and pulled the shirt over my head, his fingers grazing down my back as they came back down.
I gasped, trying to untangle the huge shirt from around my head.
“There. Nowyoudon’t have to see.”
“If you don’t put me down, I’m gonna–”
“What are you gonna do, love? Hmm?”
I grumbled a low exasperated noise in the back of my throat.