Page 54 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy

A few seconds later, she replied with a thumbs-up.

There was a knock at the door about ten minutes later. Ky stuck her head inside first. "I found her."

"Send her in."

She stepped aside, and Noree appeared in the doorway. I smiled before I could help it.

"Come here, love."

Noree walked in nervously, her smile now matching mine. "Why do I feel like I'm in trouble?" she joked.

"Nah, unless you wanna be."

"Boy, no." She pointed at me, and I laughed as I walked toward her.

I so badly wanted to hug her pretty ass earlier, but between the cameras, the people, and Ginger damn near trying to attach herself to my hip, everything had been rushed. So, I pulled Noree into me the second she was close enough.

Her arms slipped around my neck, and mine wrapped around her body. She smelled good—soft, sweet, and clean. I held her longer than a regular hug required, and she didn't rush to let me go either.

"You had fun today?" I asked.

"I did, and honestly, your music videos make the ones I made seem like low-budget films, with the budget being five dollars," she said, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm sure yo' shit wasn't bad, love."

"I'ma have to show you one of these days."

I licked my lips, peering down into her eyes. She held eye contact with me, and I said, "Yeah, I wanna see whatever you wanna show me."

She blushed and looked away.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." I paused, letting a little smirk play on my lips. "I got something for you, too."

Her eyebrows shot up. "Something for me?"

"Yeah, I told you I was gonna do something for your birthday since I missed it."

She waved her hand. "Ozy, you didn't have to do that."

“I know, but I wanted to. Turn around.”

She looked at me for a second, a small smile pulling at her lips before she slowly turned around.

Her eyes landed on the balloons first, then moved to the cake and the little gift bag sitting beside it. She froze, her lips parting as she took everything in.

“Oh, wow…” she said softly, walking closer to the table. Her eyes stayed on the cake as she leaned down to admire it, smiling even harder when she saw her name written across the top. “This is beautiful. You really didn’t have to get me a cake.”

“I wanted to.”

She glanced back at me, looking touched, then turned toward the table again. “This is so sweet.”

Her fingers brushed over one of the balloons before she finally reached for the gift bag. She picked it up, peeked inside, then pulled out the box.

When she opened it, the diamond earrings caught the light.

Her eyes widened. “Ozy… wait…” She looked up at me, shock written all over her face. For a second, she just stood there, staring at me like she didn’t know what to say. “But we just met.”

I shrugged. “So what, love?”