Page 63 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy

“Yes, please.”

He loosened the knot, and I quickly held the front of my dress against my chest. Then I looked over my shoulder at him.

“Are you gonna turn around?”

“Nah.” He was already backing up to sit down again. “I’m not about to turn around, love. I wanna see all them curves.”

“Excuse me? Who told you that you could see my body? I never said that” I teased.

“If you ain’t want me to see it,” he said, “you would’ve took your lil’ night dress in the bathroom with you and shit.”

I stood there for a second with my mouth open because he had me, and he knew he had me.

“Touché,” I said.

I let that dress drop and stepped out of it, standing there in nothing but my black lace bra and thong. I turned my back to him while I reached for the muumuu.

“Goddamn.” I heard the bed shift behind me. “That’s a whole lot of ass. Mama, you blessed for real.”

I busted out laughing so hard I almost couldn’t get that dress over my head. “Ozy, shut up.”

“I’m just saying! I’m being respectful about it, or shit, at least I’m trying to.”

I pulled the muumuu down and went into the bathroom, still laughing, and by the time I got my makeup wipes out, he was leaning in the doorway with his shoulder against the frame, watching me.

I could see him in the mirror while I wiped my face down, holding on to the counter with my free hand because that liquor was definitely kicking in.

“You gone let me have you tonight?” he asked.

I stopped mid-wipe and met his eyes in the mirror.

“I thought you said yesterday you wasn’t on that with me.”

“I’m not.” He held my eyes. “But I wanna be.”

“Well.” I dropped the wipe in the trash. “I’m not typically the person who sleeps with somebody on day two of knowing them.”

He walked into the bathroom, and I turned around to face him. Before I could get another word out, he put his hands on my waist and lifted me straight up onto that counter.

I yelped, surprised by him doing that. I didn’t know he had it in him. I mean, he wasn’t a string bean and had a lil’ bit of muscles or whatever, but sheesh, he was strong.

“Oh!” I said, stunned.

“Yeah.” He was grinning down at me. “I’m stronger than what you thought, huh?”

“Hell yeah, you are.” I playfully fanned myself.

He stepped in between my legs and put a hand on the counter on each side of my thighs, and now we were face-to-face with nowhere for me to go.

“I told you yesterday I’m not gone push you into nothing,” he said. “I meant that. But I know you want this as bad as I do.”

“See, now you wrong about that.”

“How so?”

“Because I want it about ten times more than you do.” I looked him right in his face when I said it. “I’m not intimate with anybody right now. I haven’t had dick in a lonnng time. I’m tipsy, I’m horny as hell, and you’ve been looking good all night. But… I don’t know.”

The way that man looked at me after that should be illegal.