Page 7 of Baby Daddy

His laugh was naturally sexy. Deep and sexy. Hot tingles danced down my spine as I finished tying both shoes.

Drake stood up, lifting me up with him. His hands curled around my upper arms while we stood face to face. His eyes burnt into mine.

“Thanks. I’ve got to run. You’re welcome to come to the presentation.”

“It’s okay. I want to get acclimated.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Okay. I’ll be back in a half-hour. And we’ll talk about your job requirements.”

“Oh, there’s more to it than cleaning up vomit, shopping, and tying your shoes?”

“You’re funny.” And with that, he dashed out of his office.