***Below is a sample from my latest, Sugar Daddy Sweet Tooth. Enjoy! :)***
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Clyde’s words replayed through her mind the whole way home. He seriously told her he was attracted to her like it was the most natural thing in the world. And had offered to pay her to spend time with him. Regardless of how mildly attracted Journey might have been to Clyde, there was no way she could do anything like that. She was sure that ‘spend time’ meant sex, regardless of how casual he tried to make it sound.
She tried to put the whole conversation out of her mind, but it kept creeping back in. Journey laid across her bed, staring up at the ceiling. How had this become her life?
Her stomach started growling and she remembered the steak and eggs she had left sitting on the table at Thumbs Up, and it only made her more frustrated. She should have gobbled up that free meal before storming out. It’s not like she had the luxury of eating out that much.
Pushing herself up, she shuffled to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, groaning at the meager contents. Getting groceries was just another thing she needed to do.
Slamming it shut, she was going to just make some microwave popcorn when she remembered her microwave was broken. She ultimately ended up heating up a can of soup and going back to her laptop to check more job listings. It was a little baffling to her that she hadn’t gotten any responses yet, outside of the thank you for applying form emails. Journey knew it had only been a few days, but time and patience weren’t things she had a ton of.
“Things will work out,” she tried to tell herself, though it was weak. She was becoming less and less convinced of her own words.
And when she went to get some more aspirin for the sudden headache she was getting and the shelf in her medicine cabinet collapsed, Journey just hung her head. Everything was literally falling apart.
Clyde’s words ran through her mind again, though this time Journey was wondering just how much he had in mind when he offered to pay her for her company. And if it would be a one-time thing or an ongoing arrangement, like she was on call whenever he got some time between meetings and court dates. And how would he even pay her? She couldn’t imagine he’d write checks for this…
“What am I doing?” she shrieked, shaking her head. She couldn’t believe she had allowed herself to start considering such a crazy idea. She wasn’t that desperate.