Page 68 of Her Sensual Protector

“Answer your calls?”

“The girl gets an ‘A’. Now tell me why you didn’t.”

“It’s complicated.”

“I have three sisters, of course it’s complicated.”

“I was kind of scared. You know, about it being too good and not real. I was afraid if I picked up you wouldn’t be as good as I remembered, and then the good memory would go away. And Leo?” She grabbed his face again like she really wanted him to listen. “That was the best memory ever. I couldn’t afford for it to go away.”

If he’d been standing his knees would have gone weak. Her answer couldn’t have been more perfect.

“And now?”

“I’m still scared,” she breathed out. “Scared you’ll still change your mind and leave for good.”

He pulled her into his arms and she gave a small moan of pleasure.

“I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, and this will last,” he whispered into her ear.

He felt her shaking her head.

“Okay, I’m here and we’re going to make beautiful memories, moment, by moment, by moment, by moment. How about that?”

She nuzzled his neck.

“Yes, please. That I can believe in.”

* * *

At the camp the next day, Daisy was trying to keep Maysa calm. She couldn’t blame her for being nervous. Effie had outdone herself. Somehow, she had managed to scrounge up two cameramen with actual shoulder-mounted camcorders, with lights. She’d also found someone who could operate a drone to take aerial footage of the camp. The children were fascinated, but Maysa was nervous as hell.

“How did she find these people?” Leo asked Daisy.

“She’s magic. Just like you found the hammer and the stakes.”

“That was small potatoes. This is amazing.” Leo took Daisy’s empty water bottle and replaced it with a full one.

“Maysa, Effie has hired these gentlemen to help you tell your story. Their cameras are just like what is on a phone, only bigger.”

Maysa shook her head in disbelief.

“Effie, can you get them to show her?”

“It’s better if you do, Daisy. They’re here because of you.”

“What do you mean, me?”

“I used your name. They heard that you head W.A.N.T. and that you are trying to get money for women in the camps. They wanted to help.”

“But I don’t understand, how did they hear about me?”

Effie turned to the first cameraman who was closest to them. It was clear he was trying to keep track of their conversation. “Daisy, this is Tahir.”

“Hello, ma’am,” he said in heavily accented English. “The other ma’am is correct. You are known.”

“Talk to him in Arabic,” Effie suggested. “He’ll be able to explain better how he knows about you.”

“It is an honor to meet you, Tahir,” Daisy said. “How do you know of me?”