Page 47 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

By the time we got to the front, the screaming got louder.

Me and Noree turned to look, and PB and Ozy Love were walking in our direction.

I smirked a little bit as PB walked up on me and stood right in front of my face, looking down into it.

I smiled wide, looking up at him.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m skipping you in the line.”

I playfully pushed his shoulder, and he laughed.

“I’m kidding, love. We already ordered food, and you know they gave us a bunch of shit for free.”

“Mmm, lucky you… but we have got to stop meeting like this. Waffle House again?”

“I know.” He tilted his head. “I love how you avoided me all night, though.”

“Boy, ain’t nobody avoided you. I was with my girls. We were turning up, having a good time. And I’m pretty sure you know that because you were watching me the whole time.”

He smirked. Then he put his hand under my chin and lifted it, and I felt my whole face get hot.

“Well, how would you know I was watching you if you wasn’t watching me?”

“I never said I wasn’t watching you. I just said that I know that you were watching me.”

The Waffle House clerk cleared her throat, and he stepped back from me.

So, I ordered my food, and once I was done, I looked over my shoulder at Noree, who ended up just ordering a grits bowl with eggs, sausage, and extra cheese.

I smiled because her and Ozy were engaged in conversation and eventually, I saw him walking off with her.

Looked like they were headed toward my car.

I turned back around to PB, who pulled out a whole knot of cash to pay for the food, but the clerk ended up telling him our food was free too. I thanked her, then we both stepped out the way so the people behind us could order.

“When are you gonna let me take you on a real date?”

“I told you already. I have a boyfriend.”

“But if you had a boyfriend, you wouldn’t be smiling up in my face right now.”

“But you’re standing right here in front of me. What else am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to be frowning?”

And then I frowned. We both busted out laughing.

“Man, you be playing too much with yo’ pretty ass.”

“No, you play too much. With your handsome egg head ass.”

He put his arm around my shoulder, and we walked off a little ways toward my car. We ended up leaning against the driver’s side while Ozy and Noree were leaning against the passenger side, talking real low.

“So, what are you doing tomorrow?”

“I have a few orders, but nothing major. So, I’ll be at my office for the first half of the day.”

“Shit, me too, for real.”