Page 16 of Baby Daddy

Tyson…my true love. At her words, a heart-wrenching thought stabbed me. I hadn’t called last night to say I love you. And now it was too late.

As late as I was, I stopped at the coffee station before I headed to my desk. My mind was in a frenzy. What was I going to say to him? Thank you for kissing me, and by the way, did you fuck me? How was I going to look him in the face, oh that sinfully beautiful face, without imagining his lips on my mine as his tongue swept through my mouth and sent me orbiting? Anxiously, I slogged down the hall to my desk, pondering answers to these questions and more. The coffee wasn’t giving me any clarity.

His office door was closed when I got there. As I sat down at my desk and booted up my computer, I remembered he had a meeting this morning with some animation director. Maybe it would last all day.

I hadn’t even taken off my sunglasses when I heard his door click open. I felt my shoulders stiffen and my stomach tighten.

“Well, good-morning.” His voice was business-like.

“I thought you had a meeting out of the office,” I spluttered, not looking away from my computer screen.

“It got canceled.” From the corner of my eye, I watched as he rounded my desk. He was now facing me, seductively posing, with his strong, muscular arms folded across his broad chest. He was wearing his basic sexy uniform—a yummy T-shirt, low slung jeans, and Nikes. An unnerving smirk curved his lips. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.” I’m dying here. I chewed on my lip. “About last night, I’m sorry—”

He cut me off. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. We’ve all gotten a little plastered.”

“N-no, really I’m sorry if I did anything out of line. I’d totally understand if you want to fire me.”

To my surprise, he laughed. “Trust me, you didn’t do anything too drastic. You’re actually quite a funny drunk and I have no intention of firing you.”

“Really?” I squeaked, still not knowing how far I’d gone with him.

“Really,” he smiled back and then winked. “I hope I convinced you that I’m not gay.”

What was he implying? I let him fuck me? Before I could get my mouth to move, my cell phone rang. “Excuse me. I hope you don’t mind, but I need to take this.” The phone kept ringing.

“Go ahead…by the way, nice shades.”

Fumbling, I reached into my purse and found my phone. Upon seeing the caller ID, my heartbeat quickened as I put the phone to my ear. As I listened to the voice on the other end, my thudding heart leapt into my throat and every muscle in my body clenched.

“Oh my God! I’ll get there as soon as I can.” Every nerve in my body was crackling with fear and I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I met my boss’s concerned gaze as a few escaped.

“What’s the matter?”

“Oh my God. It’s Tyson!”

His brows furrowed. “Your boyfriend?”

“No, my daughter. She’s in the emergency room!”

A look of shock washed over Drake’s face. His brows shot up. “What happened?”

“She was stung by a bee during recess and had a seizure.”

“Jesus.”

“I-I’ve got to get to the hospital. I need to call for an Uber.”

“Don’t bother. C’mon, I’ll take you.”

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