Sugar Baby Beautiful(7)

I crossed my legs, swallowing slowly. I had never heard anyone make playing the piano sound so pornographic.

“You…you thought a lot about it, it seems.”

“You gave me a lot to think about,” he countered, his coffee all but forgotten as I watched at him. “So, Felicity…why were you at that party?”

My name sounded sinful rolling off his lips, and for some reason, I couldn’t speak. I was caught in his gaze. My skin felt hot, and he was doing nothing, nothing but staring at me and only me. I doubted anything could make him turn away, and that made me ache between my legs.

Lust.

Sex.

It was pouring off him in waves, and he knew it.

“Were you bluffing before? All I need to do is financially pamper you…?”

“No.” I finally found my voice as I sat up straighter. “Sex. I missed sex. My friends told me all about the wild times they’d had, so in a moment of desperation, I gave in. Happy?”

“You have no idea.” He grinned. “Let’s have this conversation elsewhere.”

“I have a cleaning shift at the Monroe Academy High School after this,” I said softly, and he didn’t look bothered.

“It looks like I’m going to have to financially care for you just to make sure you have time for me,” he replied. Standing up, he stretched out his hand. Confused, I took it and stood up. He laughed. “I meant give me your cell phone.”

“Fuck, sorry.” I pulled out the phone in my pocket and handed it to him.

“You must really miss sex. You haven’t argued with me once,” he said as he dialed what I could only guess was his own number before handing me back the phone. “I’ll see you tonight. And Ms. Harper?”

“Yeah?”

He took a step closer and whispered into my ear. “I don’t share with anyone, ever. Until we’re over, I’m the only one you see.” He stepped back. “Don’t work too hard.”

As he walked away, I found myself slowly sitting back down in the booth. My heart was racing, and my cheeks were hot.

Until we were over? When had we started?

He was sexy, cocky, arrogant, and possessive…and I liked it way more than I was willing to admit. What made it worse was I was sure he knew it too.

Grabbing my cell phone, I texted Mark and Cleo.

I think I just became a sugar baby.





CHAPTER THREE

I’m Everything





Felicity


8:17 p.m.

I hesitated in front of my door. I knew they were waiting on the other side. I was so tired, and I really didn’t have time to deal with their inquisition. I had done things, stupid things, like text my friends about things I didn’t want to talk about or give random billionaires my cell phone number. I was sure I would be adding a whole lot of other things to that list before the night was done.

With a sigh, I went inside.

“Felicity!” Cleo all but jumped me at the door, holding up two dresses. “Black or red?”

“Black?” I pointed at the simple yet elegant dress with a gold zipper up the back.

Nodding, she turned and moved toward the stairs. “Mark, she chose the black one!”

“Got it!” he yelled, and she turned back to me.

“We don’t have much time. Hop into the shower and get ready—”

“What are you talking about?” I dropped my bag on the couch before going into the kitchen. I was about to grab something from the fridge when she closed it.

“I’m talking about your date tonight. Don’t eat, just drink.” She handed me a bottle of water.

“What date?” I took the water from her. “I didn’t agree to anything, and he didn’t ask.”

He’d demanded.

“You said over the phone he would see you tonight.”

I nodded. “He did. However, I never said I would.”

She sighed loudly before calling, “Mark!”

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed a bag of kettle corn and returned to the living room. Before I made it, Mark snatched the bag from my hands and threw it at Cleo, who threw him an apple, which he gave to me.

“Guys!”

“Felicity, are we going to ignore the fact that on your first night out fishing with us, you caught the Loch Ness Monster?” Cleo said.

“The Loch Ness Monster?”

They lifted their hands and spread them wider to give me a measurement. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You both need professional help.”

“I dated a psychiatrist once.” Mark shook his head. “Believe me, they are way more fucked up than we are.”

“Besides, we don’t just call him the Lock Ness Monster because he’s…blessed. But because he doesn’t exist in our circles, Felicity.”