Beau"The nerve of that man." Running a hand through my hair, I pulled on the ends in frustration."Dick pic or obnoxious?" Zoe asked from her perch on my bed the morning after we'd set up my account. She looked so out of place. Nothing like the well-put-together chick from school; she was in sweats and an old tank top, having spent the night. "Bet you twenty bucks it was both. Am I right?"My mature reply, I flipped her off. "Shut up."We were eating breakfast from a bagel place down the street while she helped me navigate the mass of messages I'd accumulated since last night. Not even twelve hours into my sugar baby journey, and I was overwhelmed.Felt like cattle on display for the highest bidder. As if I had "fresh meat" tattooed onto my forehead.So far, I had looked at ten invites to connect, and all were creeps.Three pictures of small dicks offering a good time.One serial clinger who'd begun to plan our wedding.And six pompous I own everything jerks.All wrong and turned me
Hendrix Parker"Guess he took care of my mini meltdown for me," I muttered, not quite knowing how I felt about that. There was something sexy about a man that took charge, but this situation called for me to keep myself level-headed.Hendrix, no matter how handsome he seemed from his profile picture, wasn't following the rules."Stop moping or second guessing, Beau. At the very least, the guy is hot. You'll have a great lunch and if it doesn't pan out...bye bye, hottie."She had a point, and looking at his picture once more solidified it. I'd have a nice lunch with a man that personified tall, dark, and dangerous to my ovaries.With jet black hair in a slight pompadour style, a square jaw with a nice five o'clock shadow, and tiny smirk on his full lips...the man was sinful.But it was those light hazel eyes my own came back to time and time again. There was something there beneath the slight crinkles around his orbs that pulled me in.Made me curious.Without rational thought, my fing
Beau"How do I continue letting her talk me into these things?" I muttered under my breath while walking toward Tap42's entrance. My hands pulled on the short skirt of my dress, careful not to expose too much up top.I was stuck for the next hour or two in an innocent-meets-slutty look which Zoe declared only I could pull off.She dressed me in a simple, off-white strapless summer dress that reached a little above mid-thigh. The outfit was cute with a lace overlay which added to the soft innocent look she wanted to achieve. Add in a brown belt around my waist, the tan wedges she put me in, my red lips, and I looked trendy with a sexy edge.Problem was that my legs were on full display and so was half my chest. My C-cups were barely contained in this, but I'll admit that I looked good."Welcome to Tap42," the man at the hostess stand called out the moment I stepped inside. His tone was that of someone bored, until he looked up and met my eyes. From head to toe, I was checked out and I
BeauChest expanding - nostrils flaring a tiny bit - he let out a hum from the back of his throat that made every muscle in my body tense. Pleasurable, it was as if he were breathing in something arousingly pleasant. Approved of my scent.Fast and crazy, I was perturbed by my reactions to him. That little girl comment came out condescending, and yet, I was more concerned with the direction things were heading."Are you a psychopath? Should I be scared?" My nipples were hard beneath the top of my dress, rubbing against the fabric with each inhale of my own. They throbbed each time his eyes swept down, appraising me once more.Since the moment we were seated, I'd gulped down my soda, avoided eye contact - as much as I could without seeming rude - and clenched my thighs a total of eight times.This man was the definition of dirty, hot sex.Confident.Powerful.Someone who knew what he wanted, and at the moment, his attention was on me."Terrified.""Why?" And damn if my voice didn't com
Hendrix"Trust me." It's the last thing she should ever do, but for some reason I wanted her to. There was something primal between us. A masculine hunger in me to tame the fire in her.Seeing her walk out; the way she held her head high after politely telling me to go and fuck myself, made me want her more. This act - being unattainable - forced my hand into walking out and chasing after her.Caused my dick to harden in a way it hadn't in a very long time, and I found myself reaching down and adjusting my length. Pressed down hard enough to alleviate some of the painful pressure she'd created.Veins throbbing, I reacted and threw a few twenties down on the table and followed her out.Watched from a few feet away as she trembled, paused to take in a deep breath while almost dropping her keys.A pang in my chest made me act on impulse, and before she could make an escape, I had her turned around and pressed against her car. Her essence once again infiltrating my senses; I pulled her i
HendrixWith that she stood up and leaned over me, her face a few inches from my own. With her eyes locked on mine, she smiled and exhaled her sweet breath over my lips.My hands reached up to pull her down, kiss the living fuck out of her, but then she did something that for a moment threw me off my game.Beau Carter stood over me and ruffled my hair before walking toward the exit.Five steps from the door and my body reacted without consent.I was behind her in an instant.Her hand reached out for the door's knob, and I covered hers. "We aren't finished, nymph. Not by a long shot." What was it about this curvy little girl that turned my rational mind into a chaotic mess? Caused me to act on impulse."Hendrix, I think you are confused about what...shit!" Her back met the wall, and I stepped closer. For the second time today, I had her pinned against a hard surface. "If you're looking for a hookup, I'm not it." Those jeweled eyes blazed with ire. "There are plenty of apps that handle
Hendrix"Are you serious?" Surprise turned into exasperation en route to anger. Had to nip that shit in the bud before we fought once more."Please don't fight me on this, nymph. Behave and go home." Without another word, I turned and walked back to the door. Opened it and waited just beside the entrance for her to pass through.Beau muttered something under her breath that sounded a lot like unbelievable before walking past me.Was I an ass for stepping right beside the exit, forcing her slim body to brush my own? Yes, and I wasn't ashamed one bit.My hand shot out and grabbed her wrist before she could walk out completely. Pulled her to me one final time so my lips could lay a tiny kiss on the side of her neck.Her shudder made me smile."Have a good day, Miss Carter. I look forward to working with you." Four sets of eyes turned our way outside my office. Our mailroom clerk, two interns, and my secretary all startled at the sound of my voice.There was no doubt in my mind they knew
BeauFour hours prior..."Why are you making things more difficult than they need to be?" Zoe asked from her perch on a chair, in her hand a bottle of clear polish as she touched up her toes. Lately, my casa is her casa. "No need to draw it out. Call him."We'd been at this for days.My avoiding, and her, trying to force my hand."He's an ass," I pointed out and she rolled her eyes."Most men are, but don't have his face and body attached to it. Next issue?" Another coat on her baby toe, and she closed the bottle's lid. "Hit me with something good.""You read the contract he gave me! He's insane, Zoe. It'd never work." Looking at my hands, I tested the polish on my nails to see if they were dry. Still tacky to the touch, I sprayed them with the stuff the beauty supply recommended to speed up the process."Toss me that, please." I did, and she caught it with one hand. Popping the cap, she mimicked my action: shook the can and sprayed. Putting it down beside her, she turned and gave m