Page 43 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

Derez picked up on the other end.

I came out of the bathroom and headed down the hall toward Noree’s room. Her door was cracked, so I knocked lightly.

“Come in,” she called out.

I pushed the door open and saw she was finishing up changing Oaklynn. She set Oaklynn back down on her feet, and Oaklynn took off toward the doorway like she had somewhere important to be.

“Give me a second,” Noree said, scooping her back up and carrying her out to the living room.

I leaned against the doorway and watched her set Oaklynn down in her playpen area, surrounded by all her little toys. Then she stepped into the bathroom, washed her hands, and walked back over to where I was.

She stopped in the archway of her bedroom, leaning against the wall where she could still keep an eye on Oaklynn.

“I’m about to head out,” I said. “I already had them questions sent over to your email.”

“Okay, cool. I’ll look over them.”

“I’ll give you a call in probably the next couple of hours so we can practice.”

“Okay. I’d like that, ’cause, baby, my nerves… whew!”

“I got you.” I checked the time on my phone. “The interview’s at nine in the morning. A ride gon’ be sent for you, so you ain’t gotta worry about nothing on that end. Just throw on something chill and comfortable. Glam and the stylist will handle everything else once you get there. Be ready by seven. You think you can get your sister to watch Oaklynn?” I asked.

“I’ll probably have to bribe her greedy ass with a Chipotle bowl and double portions of chicken and steak, but I’m sure she will.” She laughed.

“Aight, bet.”

There was a little bit of silence between us after that. Comfortable, though, not awkward. Then she looked over at me.

“How’d you like your noodles?”

“I mean, they were noodles, shawty.” I shrugged. “You acting like it was steak or some five-course meal.”

She playfully pushed my shoulder, and we both laughed until she quickly pulled her hand back.

“Ouch.”

“You know…I been thinking about what you said,” I told her once it died down.

Her eyebrows went up, her head tilting slightly to the side, a little confused. “What’d I say?”

“About you continuing to be King’s nanny.”

Her eyes lit up a bit, her whole posture straightening. “Okay. So, what do you think?”

“I don’t want you to be his nanny no more.”

“What?” Her eyebrows rose. “That’s not what I was expecting you to say.”

“Yeah. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” she asked, her nose crinkling.

“’Cause I want you.”

“Okay, but I want that job. I need that job.”

“I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. You and my baby.”