When Remy's roommate suggests that he should try to be a Sugar Baby, Remy is appalled... until he realizes he's buried in student loans. He hates the whole idea of people paying you for sex and he hates the idea of sharing his partner with other guy...
"What if we have sex and he doesn't like it, and we've signed this stupid document, and we're both miserable for six months?"
He cackles. "Oh babe, the sex will be amazing, trust me. I've heard things."
I cover my ears. "I don't want to hear it!"
He cackles some more and hands me back the Contract, which is begging to be signed right now. Shit, Jaxson is probably waiting for me to send it back. Or he's enjoying his last moments of freedom, most likely.
I decide to think about it over the weekend. No need to rush.
***
On Monday I just focus on work and on this tiny little old lady, who wants to give her niece a nice present in book form. So cute. She needs my guidance, so I spend quite a lot of time with her, making Lisa laugh and roll her eyes. Whatever, I think everyone should make time for the elderly and for every book lover. Period.
When we're finally done, I smile at the woman and wish her good luck. Lisa's talking to someone at the counter, and that's –
Shit, Jaxson. Again?
I go back into the shelves, hoping they'd swallow me whole. It's not that I'm not happy to see him, it's just that I didn't expect it. I need to prepare.
"Something wrong with your email?" a deep voice comes behind me, making me jump. I turn to see that intense stare of his.
"Uhh, no? It's working fine."
"And yet I haven't gotten my Contract yet. Signed."
I purse my lips. "I've been thinking."
"Dear god, why?" he groans. "What have you come up with now, to torture me with? Because I'll let you know, you can't just play with me like this."
Another customer startles when he nears us, then he turns tail and leaves the shop. Lisa's eyebrows go way up on her face, making her look funny. She pretends she didn't see anything.
"Oh my god, I'm at work," I hiss. "Can we talk later?"
"You're right, I apologize. But you know..." he leans closer and whispers "...Daddy has been very patient and you've been a very naughty, greedy boy."
Shit, the combination of his scent and those intense eyes and his dirty words are all making me very hot and bothered. At. Work.
I'm not saying anything, I'm just breathing erratically, and he's boxed me in again, trapping me between the books and himself.
"Daddy's going to have to teach you better manners," he adds quietly and then leans away, giving me a once over. Satisfied with what he sees, he smirks smugly and winks. "I'm expecting my email today, Remy."
And he leaves.
Jesus, I feel like we had sex on the books or something. Such is the effect of Jaxson Clear when all of his attention is on you.
I'm in trouble.
***
When I finally go home, I can't help it. I open the document and sign it, then hover over the Send button. If I send this, it's game over. I'll be Jaxson Clear's Sugar Baby and do all kinds of naughty things with him.
God, yes, please.
All right then, judging by my reaction alone, I should fucking send this already. So I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and press the button.
Nothing happens, but everything has changed.
I decide to go about my day as usual and make some dinner, until I get a text from Daddy Jaxson. I changed his name in my contacts after sending the Contract, I might as well start getting used to it. It sounds good... Daddy Jaxson. Not that I'll be the first to call him that way, but I guess we all have sexual history. Except mine is one guy and he's had a harem.
No, stop it. Don't think about it.
The text says, Get ready for Daddy to pick you up in an hour.
Okay, don't panic, just get dressed and go to see Daddy. He's probably going to want to have sex, so I might as well clean up thoroughly and get trimmed and everything. Shit, I don't know what he likes. Maybe shave completely?
The com is buzzing thirty minutes later.
I buzz in some delivery guy who knows my full name. He brings a bunch of boxes that say Armani, I sign where he indicated, and he's gone, leaving a weird feeling behind him. When I open the first box, sure enough, it's a stunning Armani suit that fits me like a glove. There's also shoes, a peach shirt, and a tie. I put them all on and look in the mirror, a bit dazed and confused.
I guess that's what it's like to be a sugar baby?
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