“I’m fine.” She was a little tender, but being the big girl that she was, she’d get over it.
“I must confess I didn’t expect you to be this cold.”
“I’m not cold.”
“You rarely speak, and today you were dressed and gone before me.”
“I thought you wanted to just have sex.” She ran fingers through her hair, not used to having someone want something more from her.
“I do want sex, but you see, Elizabeth, there can be a lot more to fucking than just the act. I don’t want you to lie there and do nothing. I want this to be easy for both of us. I don’t want you to be nervous around me. Get to know me, just never mistake anything for romance.”
“O-kay, I think. You want to talk and get to know each other as well.”
“That can be part of the enjoyment of sex. Tell me what you’re doing right now.”
She glanced around her room. “I’m studying.”
He laughed. “You know, I think I’ve got my work cut out for me. Not only do I get to teach you about fucking, and how to enjoy that curvy body of yours, but I’m also going to teach you how to make small talk.”
Elizabeth liked that.
“What are you studying?” he asked.
“I’m part way through a psychology essay about the different parts of the brain, and what’s connected to emotions.”
“You want to be a psychologist?”
“Or a teacher. I’m not sure which yet. I’ve got a few weeks to make a final decision.”
“I happen to have a couple of friends within both those fields. If you’d like we can arrange for you to speak with them and get a more hands on feel to those two environments.”
She didn’t know what to say.
“Elizabeth, you still there?”
“You only know me to fuck me,” she said.
“So?”
“Why would you help me with something this important?”
“I’m not a monster. Why don’t you trust me to help you out? Consider us friends who can scratch each other’s back.”
I’m a whore.
“You really don’t have to do that.”
“I want to. I’ve looked through your schedule. I noticed you’re completely free on Sundays. Don’t you go back to see your family?”
“I use that day to catch up.”
“How about we split that day? I’d like to see you every Saturday. I’ll pick you up at seven when you finish work, and we’ll spend the night, and I’ll take you back on Sunday.”
She bit her lip. “Sure, that sounds like fun.” She made a note on her schedule by putting SD together. Sugar Daniel or Daddy.
“I’ll call you whenever I need you, but I’ll be sure to not invade either your work or college.”
“Okay.” She circled the initials she’d written down. “I enjoyed today.”
“I did as well. I like you, Elizabeth.”
“I like you, too. So you’re a lawyer. That must be very challenging.”
“It keeps me on my toes, that’s for damn sure. I don’t like to be bored nor do I like for people to have expectations of me. Especially when I made no promises.”
“You don’t have to worry, Daniel. I’ve no intention of falling in love with you. I have my own path what I want to do, remember.”
“I do. If you need anything, give me a call.”
She hung up the phone after he said goodbye.
Daniel would be the last person she called if she needed anything. She liked talking to him, and he seemed nice enough. When she thought about the risks of getting involved in the website, she’d been desperate.
The money Daniel had given her had already paid her rent, and she was now in advance. She didn’t have much left, but she could make a deposit for the hospital bill. She still had her loan to pay for as well.
Money would still be tight, but so long as she had Daniel and the work at the coffee shop, by the end of the year, she should be back to where she started.
She had no intention of falling in love with Daniel.
Her life was already planned out, and she wouldn’t move away from that plan. Daniel was more than safe with her.
****
Daniel put his cell phone down and stared at his e-mail with Elizabeth’s details. She seemed so distant. He’d wanted to check on her just to make sure she was okay. Signing into the Sugar Daddy website, he did a quick search and found that all of her details had been removed.
Closing down his account, he pushed that to one side and focused on the case at hand. He was having to deal with a cheating spouse case, which would have been clean-cut if the wife didn’t want more than half.
It was up to him to try to get only half as his client didn’t want to lose all of his money. The problem with that was the pre-nup the couple had agreed to stated any adultery would result in a fifty percent cut rising to a seventy-five percent cut plus damages.