Sean must have read my mind because he leaned down to my face level and gently flicked my forehead. “Don’t doubt me, Princess. I want to fuck you, but when you’re sure and begging for my cock to fill you up.” I rubbed my forehead, blushing at his words when he straightened up. “Come on.”
At least he had confirmed he wanted to have sex. He desired me as much as I wanted him—maybe even more.
I followed him like a lost puppy, feeling strange and somewhat happy. His legs were longer than mine, so he slowed his pace and offered his arm when we went downstairs. He waited for me when I changed out of the tiny dress in the locker room.
Groaning, I hid my face in the t-shirt I had worn that afternoon before coming to the stripper club for my shift. I peered at the baby pink tee and the dessert printed on it that was full of white glazed cream. It looked delicious, and I bought it because it was funny.
Now I dreaded wearing it in front of—oh, I never even asked his full name.
Nevermind. It was either the mini dress with my ass cheeks out or my baggy jeans and embarrassing tee shirt.
I, unfortunately, chose the latter and threw my shoulder length hair in a loose ponytail. I grabbed my handbag and stepped out the back door.
I found him leaning on the wall, his eyes pinned on his phone, and admired his silhouette from afar. He looked like a business executive getting off work and—oh.
Oh.
He wasn’t wearing his glasses anymore. My steps slowed down, shamelessly staring at his handsome face. He had a five o’clock shadow and the top few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, his tie loose.
“I’m ready,” I said, hoping to calm my racing heart.
I didn’t know why, but I was attracted to him even though he looked nothing like Jesse, my ex-boyfriend or Caleb, my ex-crush. Jesse looked like the boy-next-door with mousy hair who lived in basketball shorts. Meanwhile, Caleb had a typical bad-boy look, wearing a leather jacket, and had tattoos and piercings. Butthisman, who wanted to be my sugar daddy, looked nothing like him—except for sharing Asian features.
“Okay, we can—” he looked up from his phone and stopped whatever he was saying. His eyes landed on my tee shirt and I tugged at the hem. He stepped closer, the sound of sultry music humming low when he entered my personal bubble and blatantly stared at the words on my tee shirt.
“Pound my cake, daddy,” he said, enunciating each word and raising his brow at me.
I looked anywhere but at him as blood crept up my neck. My entire face felt hot.Kill me now. “I… I enjoy baking.”
“Word.” His voice was amusing. “Very cute.” He said, gesturing me to follow him.
I pursed my lips and followed him in my sneakers. There was a valet parking, but we didn’t have to wait for too long until his car arrived. I tried not to gape at the shiny, luxurious electronic car. He opened the passenger door for me, keeping his palm on the roof, and told me to watch my head when I sat down.
There were so many buttons and I liked how sleek and stylish the interior was. It smelled like pine in his car.
My breath hitched in my throat when he leaned down to stretch the seat-belt over me to buckle it. I swallowed and got comfortable in my seat. My butt felt cradled in the warmth of the seat, but I missed his lap more.
“Can you hand me your phone?” He asked and when I handed it to him, I found it adorable that a grown man was using a white phone with a transparent cover that had adorable pink and glitter stickers all over it. A lilac colored bead phone holder that dangled off his hand as he took a quick selfie and typed something before handing it to me.
I frowned at the address, phone number. “What’s this?”
He turned on the engine and it purred to life. “Send it to your friend, Princess.”
Oh, right. I had completely blanked off about my safety. I sent his information and photo to Maya, knowing I’d get an earful from her soon.
“You should never get in a stranger’s car or agree to go to their house,” he said, looking at me sideways. “No matter how handsome they are.”
I narrowed my eyes at his playful tone and said, “Whatever you say,Dad.”
“Hey.” He poked my cheek. “I’m serious. If any stranger forces you to get in their car, don’t. And call me.”
It was cute how he was worried about me, and it had only been a few hours since we met.
“Oh, like you?” I asked, batting my lashes. “You even said you bought me for tonight, so what does that make you?”
His hand flexed on the steering wheel as he glanced at me, his dark steely gaze making me clench my thighs together. “That makes me your sugar daddy, Princess.”
I bit my lip and asked, “I don’t even know your name.”Not his full name, at least.
