Page 308 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

Then—finally⁠—

he smiles.

A small, almost amused, smile.

“Okay,” he says, leaning closer,

and I feel the electric of it,

how he’s about to change everything.

“So here’s what you’re gonna do…” His gaze locked on mine. “First off, you ain’t walkin’ in there like you gotta earn respect at the table.

“You own the table, Sonny.”

“Drew—”

“Nah. Listen t’me.”

He taps the table.

“You walk in there, the most important person in that room, ‘cause you are.

“You set the pace.

“You decide when people talk.

“You decide when they shut the fuck up.

“And you’re gonna know exactly what you’re talkin’ about at that meeting ‘cause you’re not leavin’ this penthouse until you do.”

// SHOWER — BECKY G //

“Your dad left this role to you.

“There’s a reason for that, Sonny,” he says over the water from the other side of the glass wall, steam fogging the bathroom. I close my eyes and work shampoo into my hair.

“And those boardroom assholes?

“They’re gonna watch every little thing you do. They wanna see if you crack, or cave, or stutter.

“So don’t give ‘em shit.

“They should feel like they’re explainin’ themselves to you. Even if you fuck up, say the wrong thing, the goal’s to make ‘em think correctin’ you would be a terrible fuckin’ idea,” he says as I rinse shampoo out of my hair.

“You wanna come closer?” I ask him, a smirk playing on my lips. “I’m havin’ a hard time hearin’ you.”

He laughs. “You evil temptation, If I’m hard enough to fuck you through this glass, I know damn well you can hear me just fine.”

// LIP GLOSS — LIL MAMA //

The blowdryer’s a low hum under Andrew’s voice. And by the time I’m putting on makeup,

he’s pacing behind me,

shorts hanging off his hips,

and molding around his perfect cock.