Page 75 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

“I’m not at liberty to discuss Mr. Love’s session.”

I blinked. “You’re not at liberty?”

He didn’t say anything else.

I leaned a little to the side, trying to see through the small window in the door, but his body was blocking most of it.

I reached toward the handle. His hand came out and gently moved mine away before I could touch it.

My mouth dropped open. “Did you just touch me?”

“I’m simply doing my job, ma’am.”

“Oh, you’re doing your job?” I mocked him.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I pulled my phone out of my bag and called Ozy.

It rang all the way until it got to voicemail, so I hung up and immediately called again.

He still didn’t answer, so my cheeks became hot with embarrassment.

I shot Ozy a text.

ME: I’m outside your session. Why is security stopping me from coming in?

I waited another minute or two, but still no response. I looked at the security guard again.

“I should have you fired.”

His expression didn’t change.

“Have a good session, Ms. Maree.”

I rolled my eyes and walked past him.

“Whatever.”

About an hour later, I needed a break.

Derez had given me three new songs to listen to, and we had been going back and forth over one of them because I hated the second verse and he swore up and down it was gonna be a hit.

I needed to use the bathroom, so I said, “I’ll be back in a few.”

My security got up and followed me out into the hallway.

I was stretching my arms over my head while walking when I heard laughter.

My man’s laughter.

I dropped my arms quickly. Ozy was standing a little farther down the hallway, and standing right in front of him was Noree.

Of fucking course.

She was laughing at something he said, and he was smiling all big in her fucking face.

My whole body got hot, and I started walking toward them fast as hell, face twisted.