“Oh yeah, I forgot all about that. Does this mean you got accepted?”
“Apparently. But I don’t remember any of this.”
“Nothing?” Faith asked. “Wow. Well, you did drink a lot. But you seemed really keen on the idea at the time. All I did was help you set up your profile.”
Lindsey shook her head. “This is crazy. I should just delete my profile.”
“What? You can’t! That website is really hard to get onto, especially if you’re a woman. There are just too many women who want to be sugar babies. Plus, they screen everyone really carefully.”
“How do you even know all this?” Lindsey asked.
“That friend of mine from freshman year?” Faith said. “I guess you don’t remember that conversation either?”
“Nope.”
“Look, I have to go, but I’ll be home in ten minutes. We can talk about this then. Whatever you do, do not delete your profile.”
“Fine,” Lindsey said.
“I’ll see you soon.”
Lindsey hung up and placed her phone down. She would humor her friend. She wasn’t actually considering becoming a sugar baby. Although, she only had a basic idea of what being a sugar baby involved. And it couldn’t hurt to have a look at the website. To take a peek at this world of money, and glamour, and romance.
Abandoning her TV show, Lindsey opened up the Sugar Bowl website on her laptop and logged into her profile. A few pictures of her from social media were at the top, and all he
r information, from her age to her height, was listed underneath. She’d written a short biography too. Lindsey had to admit, she and Faith had done a good job. The profile made Lindsey sound much more interesting than she was in real life. And much more alluring.
There was a red envelope symbol at the top of the screen with the number 23 written next to it. Did Lindsey have 23 messages already? She opened up her inbox and went through the messages one by one.
The first was from a man who listed himself as forty, but he was clearly at least sixty. And his message? It was polite and respectful at first, but then he openly admitted to having a wife and said he was looking for someone ‘discreet.’
Lindsey shuddered and moved on to the next message. It was much the same, minus the wife. But it was loaded with hints about the man’s sexual prowess. No thanks.
The rest of the messages were no better. Several of the men were just looking for sex. A few of them seemed genuine, but they were all old enough to be her grandfather.
Finally, she reached the last message. It was from someone named Camilla.
A woman? Lindsey tapped the thumbnail to view Camilla’s profile. There was only one photo of her. It showed a gorgeous long-haired brunette with an inviting smile, bright hazel eyes, and an air of unwavering confidence that Lindsey could feel through the screen.
Lindsey scanned Camilla’s profile. She was 39 years old, and her biography was concise and detailed. She was a businesswoman, who liked wine, architecture, and art. And nothing on her profile suggested she was after sex.
Lindsey frowned. Why was she even getting messages from a woman? Any good dating site would have the option to choose gender preferences. And Lindsey was as straight as they came.
Lindsey heard the sound of a key in the front door. A moment later, Faith entered the apartment juggling a few bags of groceries.
“Hey, Lindsey.” She walked over to the couch and peered over Lindsey’s shoulder. “Is that the Sugar Bowl? Did you get any bites yet?”
“I got a few messages,” Lindsey replied.
“Oh? Does this mean you’re not going to delete your profile?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I’m not against the idea, but I don’t know about the ‘sleeping with someone for money’ part.”
Lindsey wasn’t a prude when it came to sex. In fact, she was pretty adventurous. But even for her, this was a little too far. Maybe if she was actually attracted to the guy, it would be a different story. But judging by the caliber of men on the site, that wasn’t going to happen.
“Being a sugar baby isn’t about sex.” Faith placed the grocery bags on the coffee table and perched on the arm of the couch. “It’s about providing a girlfriend experience. Sometimes that involves sex, but sometimes it doesn’t.”
“And how do you know so much about this again?” Lindsey asked.