Sugar. Why not?

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"I am actually. It's only a coffee shop so it's not as if I have to show off my web tech skills"

"You could show me your web tech skills..."

"Nope, still not working for you"

"Damn!" He laughs. Then proceeds to make me watch him walk into his massive closet, his ass putting me in a trance. Such a great ass!

Now that I can actually look around his room with only minimal distractions, I take in the clinical white walls and black chest of drawers. There's a lot of black actually. The canvas above his bed is a black and white landscape of skyscrapers. The rug underneath my feet is black too, it's all very masculine. It's also very impersonal. There's nothing that really gives away who he is. All this says to me is he's a hardcore business man with no time for fun. Which doesn't make any sense because he's made time for me over the last few days.

He walks back out of his closet with an unbuttoned shirt on and suit pants that have yet to be zipped up. Seeing him get dressed is almost as torturous as seeing him naked and I don't know where to put my gaze as he begins buttoning his shirt.

I get dressed too so that I don't end up jumping on him and yanking all of the clothes right back off his body.

"I don't think I'm going to be able to come see you tonight. I've got a lot of a boring shit to do. Including closing a deal with a women from Russia. She has flown all the way here to try and sway me but I won't budge on my offer. She wants one of my buildings here but I told her over and over that I'm not selling. It's getting a bit ridiculous" he explains, his face falling into a deep frown of frustration.

"So she essentially wasted a whole trip to be told the same thing you've already been telling her" I reply as he steps closer to me, his arms moving around my waist.

"Exactly, boring as hell. I'd much rather spend the day with you"

"I'd rather that too but I guess we're both busy today" I smile, thinking about the fact that I do actually have something I need to do today. It makes me very happy.

"Yes and you're going to do great in this interview and be a coffee making professional. Then a huge Web Design company is going to swoop in and utilise your powers" he says, his face breaking into a grin.

"You sound very sure of that"

"I am! I can see the talent within you"

"You've seen none of what I've created" I state, waiting for him to work his way out of this one.

"Actually yes I have..." he says looking a little guilty. "I may have looked up your college port folio..."

"You creep!" I exclaim, smacking his arm.

"I was curious Darling and I was also extremely impressed" he praises, squeezing my hips. I try not to blush because of his words but I can't stop it. It seems I like being praised by my Daddy...oh god I'm sorry you had to read that!

"You were?"

"Yes, I was" he confirms and leans down to kiss me slowly. I stand there with my arms around him and my heart in my throat as I try to process the way I'm feeling. It's like an overwhelming attack on my senses to have a man like this seem so caring towards me. Maybe I do have Daddy issues but that doesn't seem right...my dad and I have a great relationship.

When we finally pull apart it's time for me to go and get ready for my interview. Patrick drives me back to my apartment and tells me that he will try his best to call me later to find out how it went. Even though I told him not to worry and to focus on his work, he promised that he really wanted to know. I swooned and blushed obviously because apparently he reduces me to a teenage girl. I also got butterflies when we exchanged numbers so that we don't have to use the app anymore. It makes things feel more official which excites and scares me.