Page 11 of Baby Daddy

The scene was a blur to me. The only person I was interested in checking out was the intriguing, sexy woman sitting beside me. Wanting so badly to touch her, I fumbled for conversation.

“Um, how did you like your first day on the job?”

“Great. I totally enjoyed it.”

To say I totally enjoyed it, too, was the understatement of the century. At the memory of her making me come in my pants, my cock tensed. I squirmed in my chair, seeking relief.

“How ’bout another round?” I asked, noticing that her glass was verging on empty.

“Um, uh, sure,” she replied, lifting her glass to those kissable lips once it was refilled. Sipping the drink, she swiveled her neck and took in the crowd of dancers on the floor.

“Looks like your friend is really into my sister.”

Looking over my shoulder, I followed her gaze and found Brock and Lulu dancing up a storm. Brock was grinding her, and with her arms swinging high in the air, she was gyrating her hips to meet his every move. Brock loved to dance, and in no time, his hands were cupping her fine ass, pulling her closer until he was practically dry humping her. Let me tell you, Brock’s cock was dancing up a storm too. And Dee’s sister was enjoying every fucking minute.

“Do you come here often?” I asked.

“Hardly. This is a first. My sister insisted on taking me here to celebrate my first day at work in LA. I’m really kind of a homebody. What about you?”

“I get out and about.”

“I saw a lot of pictures of you online with supermodel types.”

I cocked a brow, unsure if the sudden pitchiness of her voice was to counter the loud, thudding music or the result of being buzzed. Or a combination of both.

“Oh, so that’s how you spent your time while I was in meetings all day?”

My eyes stayed on her as she took another long sip of the frosty pink drink and then licked her sensuous lips.

“I just wanted to have a better idea of who I was working for.” She unexpectedly hiccupped, and something about the little hitch in her breath was so damn adorable, my cock twitched. She excused herself before babbling on.

“Who’s that redhead I saw in a lot of the photos?”

My breath caught. Krizia. Crazy, desperate Krizia. She’d been after me for years. “My parents’ personal publicist. It’s nothing.”

“Well, it looks like she’s really into you.”

“She’s a camera hog. She enjoys having her photo taken by the paparazzi.”

“Oh, so she’s like arm candy.” Studying my face, she knit her brows. “You’re not gay, are you?”

I practically laughed out the next sip of my drink, but swallowed just in time. “No, I’m not gay. What made you say that?”

Before she could answer, a familiar voice drifted into my ear. Brock. I spun around. A sheen of sweat coated his face, and an arm was wrapped around Dee’s sister. Getting laid was inevitable.

“Yo, Drakester, get your ass on the dance floor.”

“Yeah,” echoed Lulu. “You should ask my sister to dance. She’s an amazing dancer.”

I turned to face my companion. Even in the dim light, I could see her cheeks flushing. She nervously bit down on her lip.

“Don’t believe her. I can’t dance.”

When I turned to face my best bud again, he and Lulu were already locked in a heated kiss, her arms flung around his neck and his looped around her lower back—crawling to her ass. I hated being a voyeur. Impulsively, I grabbed Dee’s hand and coaxed her off the barstool.

“I don’t believe you. Let’s dance.”

“No, please,” she protested.

“C’mon. Boss’s orders.”

Grabbing her margarita glass with her free hand and downing what remained, she set it back down on the counter and hesitantly let me lead the way. She was buzzed; I was buzzed. The thudding music quickened my gait and anticipation zipped through my veins. Weaving in and out of the crowd, I squeezed Dee’s hand, not wanting to lose her.

As we stepped onto the dance floor, the music suddenly changed. Ed Sheeran’s “Thinking Out Loud” was playing. The lyrics made me even more aware of Dee’s soft warm hand in mine and think again of what that talented hand had done to me earlier in the day. It was time for a slow dance. Maybe it was all part of a plan.

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