Page 53 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy

She smacked my hand away, and we were giggling again. Then here came Ginger, floating over to the food table with her assistant. And baby, when I tell you this woman did not touch one single thing. She just pointed. And the assistant picked everything up for her with them little tongs and put it on the plate while Ginger stood there with her arms crossed like touching her own food was beneath her.

Me and Noree looked at each other. I ain’t say nothing, but my eyes said everything.

That’s when Ginger looked over at us. Well, actually… she looked at my sister, and she took her time with it too, dragging her eyes from Noree’s shoes all the way up to her hair, with her whole face turned up like she smelled something stank.

Noree shifted next to me, confused, and honestly, so was I, because what was the problem?

Ginger started to walk past us, then stopped right next to Noree like she just remembered something. “Cute little outfit,”she said. “It’s giving very much… clearance-rack chic.” Then she brushed past and bumped Noree’s shoulder on the way, hard enough that Noree’s plate tilted and a wing damn near hit the floor.

“Oh, excuse me,” Ginger said over her shoulder, not sounding sorry at all, and kept it moving with her little entourage behind her.

I was already putting my plate down. “Oh, see, now…”

“Nourah.” Noree grabbed my arm. “It’s not worth it. Not here.”

“First of all, I MADE that outfit. Clearance rack? She got me fucked up. I don’t give a damn about her being famous, I’m about tofamousmy foot up her ass.”

Noree squeezed my arm, but I could see her jaw tighten. “She been coming for me since I got here. Just let it go. I’m not worried ‘bout her ass, for real sis, I’m good.”

“Fine,” I muttered, picking my plate back up. “Because baby, I wanna lay my hands on her, I’ma drop it though.”

Noree snorted. “Good, cause then ima have to jump in…now we in jail.” And just like that, we were laughing again because that’s what we did. Couldn’t nobody steal our joy for long, not even that bitch.

A minute later, somebody came through with a bullhorn, and the whole set jumped to life. “All right, people, let’s get started! Places, everybody! Places!”

This woman with a headset and a clipboard came power walking straight at us. “Ladies, plates down, please. Plates down. You two are in the background for this setup.”

I gasped and grabbed Noree’s arm. “Wait. Hold on. We get to be in the video?”

“I guess so, girl,” Noree said, laughing as they took our plates from us.

They ushered us over to this cute little fake café they had built on the set—little round tables, string lights, coffee cups that ain’t have nothing in them. They sat us down at a table together, across from the other winners, and told us to pretend to talk to each other.

Easy!

“Action!”

Ozy came strolling out of the café doors, his music blasting through the speakers, singing, doing his thing, stealing glances at my sis. The cameras followed him while me and Noree sat there fake sipping and fake talking.

Then the fake rain started falling over him under the lights, and I ain’t gone lie, it was fire! Ginger’s stank ass came out with the backup dancers and did a little one-two step. It was fun, and somehow, my eyes kept landing on PB on the sly.

He was off to the side, but he was the real eye candy.

Candy I’d like to lick!

Mmm!

The video shoot had finally wrapped, but the building was still loud as hell. People were breaking down lights, moving equipment, yelling across the hallway, and trying to figure out where they left shit after being on set all day. I had been in my dressing room for all of five minutes, trying to come down from everything, but my mind wasn't on the video.

It was on Noree.

I had barely gotten any real time with her all day. Every time I looked up, somebody was pulling me in another direction. But I watched her, probably more than I should've. She looked too damn good not to.

PB said some shit about her sister making their outfits, and the shit Nourah put Noree in fit every curve. How was it evenpossible for her to look ten times better today than she did yesterday?

I grabbed my phone from the table and texted Ky.

Grab Noree for me and send her back here.