Page 55 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

I laughed. “Nah, they’re looking at you.”

“No, sir. You’re the one with the famous brother and the million-dollar security company. They know exactly who you are. You better start acting like you know.”

“You know what? You might be right about that.” I shook my head. “It be so much shit going on that I forget about that sometimes.”

Before she could respond, one of the women who had been staring boldly walked over to us. She looked me up and down before placing her hand directly against my chest.

“You’re Ozy Love’s brother, right? And his security?” Her smile widened as she ran her fingertips across my shirt. “I would love for you to secure me.”

I grabbed her wrist and politely removed her hand from my chest.

“I’m with my lady.”

Nourah smirked as she stepped closer to me. “Hi. I’m his lady.”

The sarcasm in her voice almost made me laugh, but I managed to keep a straight face.

The woman looked Nourah up and down before rolling her eyes. She started to walk away, but one of her friends rushed over before she could get far.

“Wait a second.” The woman pointed at Nourah. “Aren’t you the woman who was with him at the Business Innovator of the Year ceremony? I saw the viral pictures online.”

Nourah’s eyebrows rose.

“Yes, that was me.”

“Girl, that dress you had on was fire!”

“Thank you. I actually designed it.”

The woman’s mouth dropped open. “You designed that?”

“I did.”

“Do you have a page or something? My birthday is in three months, and I need a custom dress.”

“I do.” Nourah said, “Look up Bodied By NouNou.”

The woman quickly typed the name into her phone before turning the screen around.

“This one?”

“That’s me.”

“I just followed you. I’m gonna send you an inquiry because I need you to make my birthday dress. Your designs are fire!”

Nourah looked flattered as a smile spread across her face.

“Send it through my site, and I got you, boo.”

The woman hurried back over to her friends and immediately started telling them that Nourah was going to make her birthday dress.

Our order number was called before either of us could say anything else. We walked over to the counter, grabbed our food, and headed toward an empty table in the back.

“Well,” Nourah said as we sat down, “I guess those pictures did more numbers than I thought.”

“Told you they weren’t just looking at me.”

We opened our containers, and steam immediately rose from the food. Everything smelled good as hell.