Sugar Baby Beautiful

“What can I say? I’m hot.” I wrapped an arm around his neck. “You’re one lucky man, Mr. Darcy. You know that?”

“I’m starting to,” he said, and as he was about to kiss me, his phone rang. He made no move to get it.

“Answer it. I need a shower anyway,” I said, trying to get out of his arms. The after-sex haze was gone.

He reached for his phone again. “Darcy,” he said with his cold work voice. I threw my hair over my shoulder and picked up his shirt and my bra off the floor.

“Shit, I forgot. Tell Mother I can’t make it tonight, and I’ll make it up to her next time. I’m very busy right now.” He stood up, and my eyes traveled down his abs to his cock, which was now saluting me proudly.

I dropped the shirt. The moment I was close enough I jumped up on top of him and wrapped my legs around him as he snaked his arms around my waist, the phone now forgotten.

“Walt, I need to go.” He didn’t bother waiting for his brother’s reply before hanging up. Focusing solely on me, he cupped my face and kissed me as he took us back to bed.

5:17 p.m.

“When I say I’m busy, that means I’m busy,” I heard him say as I opened the door to the bedroom.

He had gotten a call his brother was coming up to the penthouse and tried to stop him before he made it inside. Apparently he’d failed. Back in my clothes, I came out and stood at the top of the stairs. Walter was below, dressed in white slacks, a dark-blue button-down shirt, and a blazer. His dark, curly brown hair was down instead of in a bun, and next to him stood his wife, Tori, dressed in a light-pink lace dress, her blonde hair in beach waves.

“Mom said not to take no for an answer. She wants us all there,” Walter replied, already heading toward the kitchen. “You wouldn’t happen to have Junípero Gin, would you?” He saw me. “Felicity?”

“Hi.” I waved as I walked down the stairs.

“Hi,” he said before glancing at Theo, who was in jeans and a basic shirt. “Very busy, huh?”

“What my husband is trying to say is hello, Felicity. We didn’t know you were here.” Tori came over and gave me a small hug when I got down.

“It was a last-minute thing. Theo was trying to coax me into composing more,” I lied. I wasn’t sure what he was telling people about me, but I doubted it was anything close to the truth.

“You compose upstairs?” Walter’s eyebrow lifted as he looked at his wife. “Why don’t we do that?”

She smacked his shoulder. “We’re sorry for interrupting. It’s just that Lorelai is having a dinner party tonight to celebrate her new book.”

I glanced at Theo, who was at the bar in the corner of the room.

“Theo, you should go. I’m going to head—”

“Here it is. It’s the last bottle I have. Remind Dad he can’t mix it with anything else.” He cut me off as he moved back toward us with a bottle in his hand.

“Theo, you should go celebrate with your mom,” I said, and he gave me a look like he didn’t want talk about it.

“We weren’t done composing yet.”

“Just so we’re clear, composing is code for hot sex, right?” Walter spoke up, and again Tori smacked him.

“Very hot,” Theo replied, and I wanted to hit him. I kicked his foot, but he didn’t even flinch.

“Felicity, excuse them both. Neither of them has a filter. I’m sure Lorelai would love for you to come over. The more the more the merrier when it comes to her celebrations.”

“No, I couldn’t—”

“Fine. We’ll be there. Will you get out of my house now?”

“Isn’t hot sex supposed to make you mellow?” Walter laughed, and Tori had to drag him to the door.

“We’ll see you there!”

He shook his head and sighed. “Sorry. They’re like a side show.”