Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

I cringed at his words, there being truth in the second part of his rants. He wouldn't go that far. He'd just go try to prey on someone else. I pushed him out of my mind.

Then I saw him.

Actually handsome. A solid jaw, dark hair hanging over his eyes. piercing yet as dark as his hair. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing a strong forearms, slightly furry.

He had a light wine at arms reach, and seemed as bored of all of this as I was. He had vacancies to both sides of him. Mystery man looked around the room, shaking his head, until his gaze spun around and met my own. He froze for a moment, and looked me up and down.

All while I was staring right back at home.

My gaze snapped away, realizing how aggressively awkward I was being.

"You want to have a seat next to me, or do you want to keep standing there randomly gawking at me?"

Blushing, I accepted his invitation and climbed up on the stool next to him.

"A drink?" He said with a kind eyebrow raise.

"Sure," I replied, trying not to come off too weirdly.

"What'll it be?"

"Not vodka. Anything but vodka."

He laughed. "Two beers please!" He said, raising a hand to get the attention of the barkeep.

"That's a better start than my last encounter already."

"You mean that guy?" He pointed over the bar, where my former 'suitor' was already at work with another girl. Luckily, it seemed she wasn't having much of him either. "That guy's a prick. He's the whole reason I don't come to this place."

I glanced at my new crush. "Yeah, I haven't seen you around before."

"Cause it's the first time I've been here. My latest attempt and mingling and hopefully finding the whole true love thing."

"You want something real, huh?" I said, sipping the drink as it was slid in front of me.

"Who doesn't?"

"People who are dead inside and believe love is a lie," I replied. Realizing what I was in here for, I couldn't say I didn't see how they would be driven to believ

e that.

"See? I like that. That's genuine. Most people around here are so full of themselves, and if they're not full of that, it's just a bunch of hot air covering the fact that they're only a millionaire instead of a billionaire and that's the worst thing in the whole damn world."

I laughed. "They don't let anyone in here besides those types. Self-loathing millionaire?"

"Billionaire, but as I said, doesn't matter. I don't hate myself. I just hate everyone in the same tax bracket as me."

"I understand that."

"You know how it is though. If I want to find something that actually resembles love, I gotta stay in that tax bracket. I can't imagine me or the girl I search for being able to get over the whole sugar daddy or gold digger implication of the relationship."

I coughed, shiftily looking away. "Money complicates everything."

"There's something about you, and I don't think we've even exchanged names. I'm Daniel Carter. May I ask what yours is?"

"Olivia," I said, stopping myself for letting out my last name. What if this guy knew of my family's recent troubles and the ruin that we had suddenly encountered?

"Olivia, eh? That's a beautiful name." He sipped his beverage. "I just don't think I'd be able to get over the feeling that they'd only be interested in me for my money and my money alone. I mean, you end up with either them snatching half your fortune in betrayal or I get them to sign some pre-nuptial saying I don't trust them to not do that. I rather just not be in such a situation."