Page 22 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy

As soon as the door closed, I turned around and grabbed her by the neck, pressing her back against the wall before she couldfix her mouth to say anything else. Her eyes widened, but not out of fear. She liked when I got rough with her.

That was part of the problem.

She could never tell when I was actually pissed because everything I did turned her on.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I asked, my face close to hers.

Her lips parted before she bit down on the bottom one, fighting a smile. I stared at her for another second before dropping my hand and shaking my head, stepping back.

“Nah, don’t do that shit. I’m serious.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Gin, why the fuck would you try to start an argument in front of the cameras? In front of my fans and everybody else? Then what was that slick-ass shit you said to Noree?”

Just saying her name had the image of her popping back into my head.

She had pretty brown skin that looked smooth enough to lick, with a body that had been distracting the fuck out of me from the second I laid eyes on her. She was thick everywhere she needed to be, too. Titties sitting right with wide hips. She was the perfect height, too.

Damn.

BBW’s weren’t normally my type. I’d never dealt with a big girl before, not because I had anything against them. It was just that most of the women who threw themselves at me or got brought around all looked the same: slim, tiny waists, flat stomachs, fake asses, fake titties, and barely enough personality to hold my attention.

I could tell Noree wasn’t built like none of them.

Her body was real on some grown-woman type shit, and it looked soft as hell. Her waist dipped in so deep between all thosecurves it had me wondering what the fuck it’d feel like to hold her.

And that ass? Man.

That shit had been looking so pretty in what she had on that I wanted to palm it the second she turned her back to me.

Then she opened her mouth and sang. That voice caught a nigga completely off guard.

I knew good singing. I had spent over ten years around some of the most talented singers in the industry. I knew when somebody could hold a note, and I knew when somebody had something that couldn’t be taught.

Noree had something special, and I was fucking with it.

Her voice was soft but heavy at the same time. Then there was her face.

Pouty lips, brown eyes, and long nails painted red to match her sexy-ass toes because, yeah, I’d noticed those too. She smelled good as shit too, like vanilla and peaches.

Everything about her was just… right.

And the way she had been looking at me? That shit had me curious. I was intrigued, and I didn’t get intrigued often.

“What?” Ginger asked, folding her arms over her chest. “I was only telling the truth. That girl is big, and I’m sure she was probably excited about all the free food.”

“And?”

She blinked. “And what?”

“And what the fuck does her size have to do with anything? You don’t know her. She ain’t did shit to you.”

“I saw the way she was looking at you.” She smirked and rolled her eyes.

“She’s a fan, Gin. One of six people who won the weekend experience with me. Who the fuck else is she supposed to look at?”

“Well, she’s supposed to be looking at you like a fan, not like she wants to fuck you.”