Page 13 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy

It was a lot, but it was also kind of nice. I wasn’t even gon’ front.

Inside was a whole different world. Cool air, soft lighting, and a table set up with champagne flutes already poured and waiting. A woman with a clipboard and a headset greeted us with a wide smile and had us sign in one by one.

“Welcome in, ladies and gentlemen. This is the first official day ofA Weekend with Ozyand the first of many more to come. I’m Kyana, Ozy’s assistant, but you all can call me Ky. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask, and please enjoy the complimentary food and drinks. Ozy isn’t here yet, but he’s en route and should be pulling up any minute now.”

Ky was a pretty, brown-skinned woman who looked to be a little older than me. She had on a powder-blue top with a navy skirt and matching baby-doll shoes. Her dark-brown bob was laid perfectly, and she looked very professional, but also like she was genuinely happy to be doing her job.

The camera crew was already moving around, setting up different angles, adjusting lights, and testing microphones.

We mingled for a good twenty minutes, sipping champagne and chatting with each other about nothing in particular, for real. I did learn that one of the guys worked in construction and one of the other women did hair, but that was about it.

We were all nervous as hell, and honestly, I was sipping slow because my stomach was low-key bubbling.

“Oh my God, he’s here!” someone shouted.

We all looked toward the entrance.

Out of habit, I smoothed my top down and checked to make sure I didn’t have anything in my teeth.

When he walked in, I forgot how to breathe for a few seconds.

He had on a fitted white T-shirt that clung to his fit, muscular body, dark jeans, and a fresh pair of kicks with not one scuff mark in sight. Diamonds in his ears caught the studio lights every time he moved his head. He had a fitted cap pulled low over his eyes and a red Solo cup in his hand, looking casual as hell and probably higher than a kite.

He made his way around the room easily, dapping up the men, hugging the women, taking pictures, and cracking jokes.

I liked his vibe already.

I expected him to walk in with his head held high and walk right the fuck past all of us, but he didn’t.

When he got to me, he pulled me into a hug. When he pulled back, he looked at me for a second longer than he had looked at anybody else.

Just staring.

“I’m Noree,” I said since he ain’t ask, but seemed like he wanted to know.

“Pretty name. Nice to meet you, love. The pleasure… is mine,” he said, his voice low.

Then, just like that, he licked his lips and moved on to the next person like nothing had happened.

The cameras flashed the whole time, catching every second of it.

Everything surprisingly felt natural, and the tightness in my chest eased up just a little. He was immediately bombarded with questions. I guessed everyone was just excited to be in his presence, but damn, let the man get comfortable first.

“So, Ozy…”

The woman next to me had two front gold teeth, a big ghetto booty that made her little body look like an ant, clothes that had to be from 1990, and one of those old-school throwback pinup hairstyles from the nineties. She licked her lips at him seductively, and I had to turn my head to keep from laughing because she was definitely somebody’s mama and probably somebody’s grandma too, but she was looking at him like he was a pork chop dinner.

“I’m actually your biggest fan, and I know a lot about you, but, uh… you like it rough, or?—”

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I burst out laughing, and everybody, including Ozy, looked at me.

His eyes traveled over my body from head to toe, low-key doing something to me, but I looked away when the woman asked, “What’s so damn funny?”

“I, uh… was thinking about a joke somebody told me earlier,” I lied before excusing myself to the bathroom.

She was embarrassing herself and today was only day one. She did not need to know whether that man liked it rough or not.