What kind of person doesn’t eat fries? Lindsey looked around. She couldn’t help but feel out of her element. And not just because of the fancy bar. Camilla herself looked like she was too good even for a place like this. She was sitting next to Lindsey with perfect posture like she was having dinner with the queen.
“Is everything okay?” Camilla asked.
“Yeah,” Lindsey said. “I’m just a bit nervous. I’m still new to this.” She meant the sugar baby part, not the ‘going on a date with a woman’ part.
“I know it can be nerve-wracking at first. It’s easiest to think of it as the two of us getting to know each other. No pressure, and no obligations.”
“Okay.” Lindsey remembered Faith’s advice. Flirt. Show an interest in her. Lindsey was too nervous to flirt. Instead, she opted for the latter. “So, what do you do for work?” It wasn’t a very exciting topic, but it was all she could think of.
“I run my family’s company,” Camilla said.
“Wow.” Not her family’s business. Her family’s company. “That sounds like a lot of work.”
“It takes up almost all my time and energy. I mostly work from home for efficiency’s sake, which helps. But I enjoy it. It’s been in my family for generations and I inherited the company from my parents years ago. I’ve managed to build on their successes since then.”
“What is it that your company does, exactly?” Lindsey asked.
“Oh, a little of everything. You’d find it all dreadfully boring.”
The waitress returned with their drinks, along with a large plate of truffle fries
Camilla took a sip of her cocktail. “Well, at least they still make decent drinks. Here.” She pushed the plate of fries toward Lindsey. “Try some.”
“T
hanks.” Lindsey grabbed a few and nibbled on them. They were good.
“How about you?” Camilla said. “What do you do?”
“Well, at the moment I work at a call center selling overpriced insurance to people who don’t need it.”
“That sounds delightful,” Camilla said dryly.
“It’s pretty depressing,” Lindsey said. “But it pays the bills, and I really need the money.” Crap. Now she sounded like she was begging Camilla for money. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring money up.”
“Oh, it’s fine. I’m not the type to delude myself that some beautiful young woman is actually interested in me and not my money.” Camilla looked Lindsey up and down. “All my charms aside, I’m old enough to be your mother.”
“You’d have been a pretty young mother.”
“Trying to flatter me, are you?”
Lindsey shrugged. “It’s true.”
More small talk followed, and Lindsey began to relax. No doubt, the cocktail helped. Soon, they were onto their second round of drinks.
“So,” Camilla asked. “What are you looking for in an arrangement?”
“Uh, I’m not sure,” Lindsey said.
“You really are new to this. Most women have a whole speech ready.”
“Actually, you’re the only person I’ve met up with.”
“I’m flattered,” Camilla said. “But a word of advice? Don’t be afraid to speak up about your needs, or you’ll get taken advantage of.”
Lindsey nodded.
“So, what is it you’re after? Someone who will take you out to fancy dinners? Help to pay off your student loans?” Camilla took a sip of her cocktail. “Money for a set of double D’s?”