“What? Sugar baby?” Skylar shuddered as he walked me over to the bench. “I don’t know. I’m getting a little tired of it, if I’m being honest.”
I sat again. It hurt. Again. I dragged the bottle of mezcal into my lap.
Worse, though, I could barely concentrate on my knee as I thought over Skylar’s words. We’d never discussed the fact that he was a sugar baby, but I’d overheard Rowdy saying it as a nickname. Hadn’t bothered me at the time, but now I’d gotten to know Sky a little better, it did.
“You shouldn’t do something you don’t wanna do,” I muttered, sipping mezcal to cover how much it unsettled me that Sky might not know he had other choices.
“True.” He bit his lower lip as he grabbed the frozen gel pack from the tray.
“What’re you smilin’ at?” I asked, unable to dismiss how irritated I was at the prospect of him trading sexual favors for gifts.
That’s none of my never mind,I thought, taking another burning sip to prevent myself from blurting it out loud.
“You look kind of cute in your T-shirt and boxers. Though, gotta say, those socks are atrocious,” he answered while placing the gel pack on my knee.
I flexed my toes, a little embarrassed that my big toe was saying hello while Skylar was dressed to the nines.
“Keep forgetting to order new ones. I only remember when I’m puttin’ ’em on, and by then I’m already in a hurry to get the day started.”
“Sounds like a theme.” He ran a careful hand along my thigh. “You’ve got the wiriest, strongest looking skinny legs I’ve ever seen.”
I shivered from the chill on his fingers. “That’s from all the running around.”
Sky flexed his arm again, pointing to his sleek muscles. “Yeah, well, these are from my raging tyrant of a trainer.”
I snort-laughed and widened my legs, hyperaware that the only thing between me and him was a thin piece of cotton. Thankfully my boxers didn’t have any unintended holes in ’em, though, despite Skylar’s efficient demeanor, his eyes did wander a time or two.
I didn’t hate it.
“This poor, fucking joint.” He clucked his tongue. “It issoswollen.”
I laughed. “That’s what she said.”
The second those words left my mouth, I wanted to die. “Oh my God. I did not just say that to you.”
Skylar waved off my concern. “I promise you, that’s not even the spiciest thing I’ve heard today.”
“Why? Your sugar daddy send you a text or something?”
Ugh. Why did I ask him that?
“Maybe,” he said, pulling his phone from his back pocket. “He sent me a beautiful peignoir. I took a picture in it to torture him, which I’ll be paying for when I get home tonight.”
I didn’t know what the hell apeignoirwas, but when he held up the text, my eyes nearly popped out of my head.Jesus. The light blue lingerie was see-through, and if it hadn’t been for some strategic positioning on Sky’s part, I’d have seen a helluva lot more than I was bargaining for.
I set down the bottle, light-headed.
“I don’t think I’ve ever known a man to wear that kind of a thing.”
Why did I sound so breathless?
“Oh?” he said innocently. “Are men not allowed to wear pretty things?”
I gestured at him; the move sloppy. “Clearly not. Look at what you’re wearing. That’s like . . . A lady’s blouse, isn’t it?”
“I bought it from the ladies’ section, though . . . Since I’m a man and I’m wearing it, it looks like a man’s blouse to me.”
“Are you?” I asked, struggling to follow a line of thought. “Are you a man? Or did I get your pronouns wrong?”
