Boyfriend For Hire: Chapter Eighteen

Amira, are you in there?”

A muffled voice came from the room, after a heartbeat. “Just a second.”

I faced the others immediately, making shooing motions with my hands. “Hey, shoo, hide away from the door.”

Peter slapped my hand daintily. “Don’t shoo me, I am not a chicken.”

“You will be if you don’t get your fat butt away from this door this instant.”