Page 13 of Dr. Baby Daddy

CHAPTER 7

OLIVER

For just a moment, I think I’ve died and gone to the deepest pit of hell.

That’s the only reason Izzy would be standing on my fire escape, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders as she stands there in nothing but a towel.

She raps her knuckles against the window before pointing down at the latch. I take a sip of my beer, but it does nothing to clear my mind.

Her eyebrows pinch together, her full lips turning downward as she slaps a hand against the window. I almost choke on the beer as she jabs a finger toward the latch. Her mouth moves, but the words are muffled by the thick glass.

Those pretty brown eyes roll as I set the beer down and make my way across the room. She takes a step back, pressing an arm down to her side to hold the towel in place. My cock springs to life, straining against my jeans.

After watching her perform tonight, and now this, all I want to do is pull her inside and take her straight to bed.

She shifts her weight, the slit in the towel opening to flash her bare thigh. I’m desperate for that slit to climb higher, showing off the body that was wrapped in a tight little dress only a couple hours ago.

Her stiffened nipples press against the fabric as I fumble to unlock the window. She scowls as I slide it open and take a step back.

“Turn around so I can come in, please.” The pleading look in her eyes has me taking a step to the side and turning my back to her.

I don’t turn around until the heavy thud of the window closing fills the room. When I face her again, her cheeks are a pale pink. I tuck a hand in my pocket, adjusting my cock while swallowing the massive lump in my throat.

Get your shit together and stop acting like a horny teenager. That’s not why she’s here right now.

Izzy’s gaze sends an inferno through my body as it rakes down my bare chest. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt whatever you had going on. I just got stuck out on the fire escape and needed to get back in the building, and people were walking around outside so I couldn’t just climb down and then get Kate to buzz me back in.”

The urge to kiss her just to stop the rambling sweeps through me. I’ve never been good with rambling, but it seems like it is all she’s able to do.

Kissing her would be a bad idea.

Once I started, I doubt that I would ever be able to stop.

It’s been years since I even came close to thinking about a woman like that, but there’s something about the wayshe captivates a room that draws me in. It’s addictive. That captivation is what’s had me at every one of her shows over the last week, even though I should be sleeping.

I clear my throat and stuff both hands deep in my pockets to keep myself from reaching for her. “You really shouldn’t be outside in just a towel. You’ve probably flashed your pussy at most of Manhattan by now.”

Her mouth drops open, and that flush brightens, spreading over the tops of her breasts. “Do you always talk to your neighbors like that, or is your asshole attitude reserved for me?”

I could almost believe that she’s angry, if not for the way she shifts slightly in my direction, her nipples more visible than ever through the towel.

Dangerous game to play. Stop before you do something you regret.

“Wouldn’t know.” Smirking, I take a step toward her. Honey and vanilla waft around me as she tosses her hair over one shoulder. “You seem to be the only person in the entire building who can’t seem to take a hint.”

She scowls. “Look, I don’t even know your name, and I’m having a horrible day. So, instead of sitting here and discussing who I show my damn pussy to, could I borrow your phone? Please. I need to call the building management so they can let me in.”

Pussyfalls from her lips with ease. All I can think about is her sultry voice whispering dirty words in my ear as she rides me.

“It’s Oliver, and they’re not going to come out here for you tonight.” I pull out my phone and hand it to her anyway. She seems like the kind of woman who has to find out for herself.

“We’ll see about that,Oliver.”

She dials the number for the building management as I return to the bottle of beer I cracked open moments before she appeared. I’m going to need it if she keeps saying my name like that.

Her voice is hushed as she speaks to the management company. The scowl on her face makes me think that the call isn’t going well.

Sure enough, when she gets off the phone, there is murder in her eyes. I take the phone from her and set it on the counter, wondering what I’m going to do about this naked woman in my apartment.

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