Page 58 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

Her mouth dropped.

“Aww, really? PB, I would love to. Just send me over the details.”

I was already pecking away at my phone. A few short moments later, hers dinged, and she picked it up and looked it over.

“Okay. Yeah, this works.” She was scrolling. “What should I wear? Ooh, can we match?”

I laughed. “Yeah, shawty. We can match.”

Then, surprisingly, my phone dinged, and I saw a message from Pais.

It was a picture of her in the mirror.

Naked.

I almost dropped the damn phone.

“Everything good?” Nourah asked.

“Yeah. My bad.”

I quickly texted Pais back and let her know not to send shit like that to my phone. Because what if I was with a client?

PAIS: lol my bad I just thought my man would like a sexy pic from his woman

ME: smh we’re not together you trippin’

PAIS: whatever

I put my phone down and looked up to see Nourah with her phone out.

She snapped a pic of me.

“Got it. This is going to be your contact picture.”

I chuckled. “Damn, love. You could’ve let me pose first.”

She giggled. “Okay, let me see your best pose.”

I threw up both middle fingers.

“You look like a badass kid.”

She snapped the picture, then said, “Let’s take one together.”

She got up from the booth and walked around to my side. I slid over, she slid in, and I put my arm around her shoulder.

She must’ve snapped a million pictures. And honestly, we looked good together in all of them.

Then I went to kiss her on the cheek for one of the pics, and she turned her head to say something.

Next thing I knew, we kissed.

She leaned back a little, both of us confused about it.

I should’ve left that shit alone.

But I didn’t.