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“I’m surprised I didn’t get any alerts from the credit card company. Your ass made a killing.”

“Did I do too much?”

“Not at all. I’m grateful for your help. I didn’t know where to start.”

“I got her some clothes and other essentials too. I didn’t get a crib or any bedroom furniture, because I thought you might want some say in that, but I got a portable bassinet/playpen so she won’t have to sleep in your bed.”

“I appreciate you. Maybe you can show me some options later.”

“That’s what I’m here for. If you’re good with her, I’ll start dinner,” she offered as she stood in front of me.

My eyes zeroed in on her pussy, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips before responding. She had on a pair of leggings that sat low on her hips, and a shirt that stopped right above her navel, exposing about two inches of her waist.

“You don’t have to cook for me. I’ll order something.”

“I promise, it’s not a problem. I enjoy cooking, and it’ll be nice to cook for someone other than me. Do you eat leftovers?”

“I’m from the South Side of Chicago. Hell yeah, I eat leftovers. When I was younger, we ate them until they were gone, which could be a week sometimes.”

“Interesting. I’m surprised you don’t have a chef who comes in and preps your meals for the week.”

“I should, and it would probably save me a lot of money, but unfortunately, I eat takeout a lot.”

“Really? You’re in great shape for someone who eats out a lot.”

“This is California. The number of healthy restaurant options is plentiful. It’s actually insane.”

“That’s true. I guess since I was born and raised here, I don’t notice as much. I’ve never been able to afford eating out much anyway.”

“Cooking is not in your job description, but I won’t stop you and will gladly eat whatever you put in front of me.”

For the second time in the past few minutes, my eyes were on her pussy. It was fat, and I could only imagine how juicy it was.

“Okay. I’ll let you know when dinner is done, but feel free to come and keep me company. Do you have any allergies?”

“No.”

She walked away, and I watched her ass sway until she disappeared behind me. My level of attraction to this woman was unexpected. I’d been with women who spent hours in the mirror before hooking up with me, and I still didn’t feel them the way I was feeling Erissa. I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head and focused on Riverlynn.

“Wassup, baby girl. Did you miss Daddy today?”

She cooed and smiled up at me.

“Is that a yes? You missed Daddy?”

I’d already fallen in love with the sound of her little voice. I listened as she told me about her day. She looked happy and content, so I assumed her day with Erissa went well. It may have been a knee-jerk reaction to hire Erissa, but I believed I’d made the right choice . . . for a few reasons.

My second phone vibrated, and I pulled it from my pocket, smiling when I saw a text from Alana, a woman I’d hooked up with a few times over the past few months.

Alana:

You busy?

Me:

That depends on what you wanna do.

Alana: