Sugar Baby Beautiful

Good question. Swinging my leg over the bike, I leaned against it and faced him. “I’m going to tell you something, and you’re not going to repeat it to anyone.”

“Okay—”

“I met a woman at your party.”

“What?” His mouth dropped open. “You got a sugar baby?”

I hated those words so much. In fact, I hated his whole career, if you called setting up rich people with attractive twenty-somethings a career.

“It’s not like that. She was at the party, but she claimed her friends dragged her along….”

“And you believed that?”

“Well, you tell me. Her name is Felicity Harper. Have you heard of her?”

He thought for a moment. “On a scale of one to ten, how hot is she?”

“Arty—”

“Seriously, answer.”

I sighed and looked out at the ocean. “I don’t know, a nine point five?”

“Yep, she’s new.” He laughed.

“How do you know?”

“You met a nine point five, who is really a ten, at my party, and I haven’t heard of her? Believe me, she’s new.”

At least she hadn’t lied about that.

“You never exaggerate about women, but you sure she was a ten? I didn’t have anyone request a newbie at the party.”

I glared at him and saw realization spread across his face. “You stole her number.”

I didn’t deny it.

“Wow!” He laughed. “I didn’t think you would ever get over her, and here you are, a sugar daddy—”

“Don’t call me that.” It made my skin crawl. “She didn’t want anything. She said she just wanted sex from me. That’s it. I even offered her a job, and she turned me down. The woman works as credit card call operator, waitress, and janitor.”

“You’re kidding me.”

I shook my head. “It would make sense for me to do a background check, right?”

“Would have done it the moment she said she just wanted sex. I’ve never met a long-term ‘just sex’ woman. Maybe she was hoping to win your heart and run off into the sunset with you.”

“No,” I said, though I knew he was joking. “She didn’t seem fake.”

“So, what you’re telling me is you’ve found the Holy Grail, and instead of drinking from it, you’re out here trying to kill yourself in a motorcycle accident.”

“She told me to never ask about her past, and then she heard me set up a background check on her.”

“Shit.”

I nodded. “She flipped me off and left.”

“You must have really liked her—”