Page 4 of Baby Daddy
CHAPTER 2
Dee
Less than five minutes on the job, I was out the door, shopping for my new boss. All I knew from Human Resources was that his name was Drake Hanson and he was the Head of Development for Hanson Entertainment. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he was connected to someone who owned this animation company. And therefore some kind of big shot. After filling out the necessary paperwork, I was immediately escorted to his office.
Well, I certainly didn’t expect my day to start off as it did, I thought to myself as I drove back to the office in what I was learning was typical LA traffic. Coming from a small town outside of Fresno, I still hadn’t gotten used to the hustle bustle and it totally freaked me out. LA drivers were ruthless and I was surprised I hadn’t already gotten into an accident.
My new boss wasn’t going to be happy when I got back. New to LA, I didn’t even know what or where the Galleria was. Googling my cell phone, I learned it was a mall in Glendale near Hanson Entertainment and then used my GPS app to find the fastest route via the Ventura Freeway. I got there in ten minutes…except the exit was closed off, and when I got off on the next one, I totally got lost and somehow ended up in Pasadena.
As I crawled along the freeway in my beat-up Ford pickup truck, my new boss occupied my mind. I could tell he was bossy and somewhat of a jerk. And the man seemed to hate kids, which was pretty ironic since he made kids’ cartoons. I was familiar with most of them.
But one thing for sure, he was gorgeous. Sinfully gorgeous. My sister had told me that hot guys were a dime a dozen in LA, and yes, I’d seen a lot of cuties, but none compared with this man. His eyes were the bluest blue and could hold you prisoner while his body was pure manly perfection. He was the perfect height—probably just over six feet—with broad shoulders that gave way to chiseled biceps and ripples in just the right places that showed he must work out. And then there was that incredible thick length between his long, athletic legs. Holy shit! My breath hitched in my throat as I relived it growing hard beneath my palm as I tried to wipe his crotch clean. I could actually feel it pulsating against my hand and I swear he got off on me. How was I going to work for this sex god? Okay, it was just a temporary job for a few weeks until his regular assistant returned. But still.
Suddenly, a car on the right pulled in front of me. I slammed down on the brakes and cursed. A new reality set in: why was I worrying? I was probably going to get fired for taking so long or I was going to die in a car accident. Catching my breath and returning my full attention to the road, I prayed the latter wouldn’t happen. I had something far more important than myself to live for.