Page 20 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy

His arm rested across the back of my shoulders for a second, and his chest pressed lightly against my upper arm.

I stopped breathing again for the hundredth damn time.

He was just showing me where to write. Still, my brain had completely stopped working.

“Right there,” he said, his voice close to my ear.

“Oh.”

I wrote the line down, and he took a pair of headphones off the stand before handing them to me.

“Put these on.”

I looked at him. “Ozy, I don’t know about this.”

“What you nervous for?”

“Because there are cameras out there, your girlfriend looks like she wants to fight me, and I haven’t sung in front of people in forever.”

His smile faded a little. “Why’d you stop?”

I looked down at the notepad. “Life.”

He watched me for a moment, then nodded.

“Just vibe with me,” he said. “And keep your eyes on me.”

I slowly put the headphones on, and the beat started again.

Ozy stood beside me, moving his head to it before singing the hook.

“Is she the one for me?

The one who sees past the fame?

If I gave her all of me,

Would she love me the same?”

He pointed toward me, and I started singing almost immediately.

“Is he the one for me?

Or just another mistake?

If I give him all of me,

Will he give or will he take?”

We bounced off each other and after about ten minutes of us making straight magic, he nodded hard and turned toward the glass.

“That’s it. Keep that.”

The engineer gave him a thumbs-up.

It felt natural, too natural.

Ozy pulled one side of his headphones off and laughed. “Okay, now you showing off.”