Be My Babygirl A Billionaire Romance - Jane Henry Page 0,17

shower, and it’s poofing around my face like a winsome cloud. I attempt to smooth it down in preparation of my walk of shame.

Only, it's not a walk of shame if you arrive in a limo. Is it?

My purse lays heavy in my lap, the coins I won at the slots weighing it down. Then, I remember what else is in that bag.

Ten thousand dollars in cold, hard cash.

I know I should feel icky, dirty, carrying around money paid to me for a night of sex, but I don’t.

I feel elated. As much as I could, I suppose, now that I’ve left the hotel. Maybe it was how sweet he was, how hot, and possessive, but it took everything I had to make myself leave when my contract was fulfilled.

Was he reticent too, or was that only my imagination?

Last night was the best of my life. Not only the sex, the stunning orgasms, the deliciously taboo way I called him daddy, but the overall vibe of being with Darius, the handsome stranger.

I felt decadent and spoiled and… safe.

The way he held me in his arms, it's like I can still feel him wrapped around me like a protective cocoon.

“Miss?”

It’s only then that I realize I’ve been sitting in the parked limo, a Cheshire Cat smile across my dazed face. Jumping in my seat, I say, “Oh, I’m sorry! How much for the ride?”

Unzipping my purse, I finger the stack of cash. Electricity dances through my body just from brushing the edge of the crisp bills with the pad of my finger.

“Ma’am? I’m not for hire. I’m Mr. Morrow’s personal driver.” He offers me a polite smile.

“Right. Okay, how about a tip, then?” I pull a twenty from the stack.

He shakes his head. “No need, little lady. Mr. Morrow pays me quite well. Enjoy your day.”

Embarrassment flushes my face. Not coming from a wealthy family, I’m unsure how these things are supposed to go. “Um. Okay, well, thanks for the ride!”

Zipping my purse, I toss it over my shoulder. I go to open my door, but the driver is already out of the car, opening it for me. “Thanks again.”

I stand on the sidewalk, watching as the limo pulls away.

When I turn back to the building, I find a crowd of sunbathers, relaxing by the pool, their curious stares on me.

Straightening my dress, I hold my head high, and march right into the complex office. The bell clangs as I enter, announcing my arrival.

My grumpy landlord, Mr. Taylor, sits behind the desk, a pen in his hand. He looks up, giving me a grim hello. “Katie. Just the girl I wanted to see. Is today the day I finally get to kick you out? Your rent is five days late—”

I cut off his words by putting ten brand-spanking-new Benjamins on his desk. Smiling brightly, I say, “Keep the change, Mr. Taylor.” Turning on my heel, I exit his office, leaving him with his jaw hanging open.

That felt good. Too good.

Maybe I should consider a new profession as an escort. It certainly makes more money than a romance author.

My book! I’d forgotten all about it.

My magical night with Daddy Darius had me completely forgetting my mission and the reason I was at Vegas, Baby in the first place. For inspiration for the book.

Entering my apartment, I find my clothes strewn about from my fit of trying on dresses last night. It’s only been about twelve hours since then, but it feels like I’ve entered another world.

As if nothing will be the same after last night.

I quickly change into leggings and an oversized tee. My hair is a disaster so I wind it up on the top of my head in a messy bun.

Sliding into my desk chair, I flip open my laptop, a grin of victory on my face even though I’ve not yet written a word. How could I not pen a bestseller after the night I had?

The screen comes to life and I tap my red nails on the keys. “Let’s see, let’s see. What will my title be?”

I always start with the title, it’s the hardest part to nail. I find my mind going fuzzy, words swirling around in my brain. Daddy, Older Gentleman, Vegas Lights, Enchanting Evening, Daddy…

This will never do—there’s no way in hell my publisher is going to print a daddy book. But suddenly, that's all I want to write. His words echo in my mind, stirring warmth in my core and making my breasts do