Page 16 of Finding Haven
Maybe that’s just because I clearly have a type. Tall with dark hair and an athletic build, preferably with tattoos. And apparently, I really like the quiet ones.
I hum softly in contemplation, my gaze wandering over the assortment of baked goods for a moment before moving to the variety of scones. “Do you prefer fruit or chocolate when it comes to dessert?” I’m a firm believer that there’s a time and a place for each, but I usually tend to lean away from chocolate, opting instead for fruity desserts. His eyes are watching me intently with an air of curiosity when I lift my gaze.
“Why don’t you give me your two favorites?” The deep rasp of his voice, like gravel against a smooth surface, shouldn’t affect me the wayit does. I spin around as heat rises to my cheeks, slipping on a pair of food-safe gloves before gathering up one of the smaller blue bakery boxes and a pair of tongs. When I’m craving something sweet but don’t necessarily want a dessert, Buttersweet’s scones are my go-to. My two favorite flavors are White Chocolate Raspberry and Lemon Blueberry. Thankfully, we have both in stock today. I place one of each in the box and then set the tongs down before moving to the cash register to ring him up.
“If you don’t like either of these, it’s not my fault. You didn’t give me much to go on,” I tease, refusing to be blamed if he hates what I picked out for him.
He doesn’t comment on the flavors I chose for him. “I’m sure whatever you chose is perfect,” he says, as he reaches into his pocket, pulls out a black leather double-fold wallet, and slips out his credit card. He glances up at me for a moment, a playful smirk on his lips as he glances back down at the pin pad and presses a few numbers. As soon as it beeps to signal that the transaction has been approved, he slides his card out and takes the bakery box into his hands. “Thanks, Sugar.”
My breath catches in my throat, heart stuttering in my chest.What did he just call me?
“What did you just say?” I ask, my tone more accusing than I mean it to be.
He stares at me for a moment, and the heat of his gaze has me shifting my weight from one foot to the other. His teeth run over his bottom lip before he clears his throat and says, “I said, thanks for the sugar.”
My brows furrow as he turns his back to me and strolls out of the bakery, completely unaware of the way my heart is pounding in my chest.
13
Quinn
“Ireallylovethisone,” I say, running my hands down the front of the light blue lace bodysuit. I slowly spin for the camera, letting my subscribers see my body from all angles as I show off the thong back. I sweep my blonde hair back and look over one shoulder towards the phone screen, the coordinating blue mask keeping my face concealed. It’s so much easier to show myself on a livestream where I don’t have to set up any special equipment. At first, I was hesitant to only have natural lighting at my disposal, but I always make sure to adjust the highlights, shadows, contrast, and exposure for any content I post.
What if viewers don’t want to see me just as I am? It’s the day I change out my pump site and continuous glucose monitor, so I can record videos from every angle without someone questioning the white thing on my arm or leg. They’ll be able to see every inch of my body that I choose to show them, and for a moment, I can pretend that my body isn’t internally different.
All of my doubt and insecurity completely flew out the window as soon I clicked the LIVE button and the comments started flowing in from subscribers who immediately tuned in. A few of the usual vulgar remarks sprinkled in, but for the most part, everyone was respectful. They were giving me a much-needed confidence boost.
I spin back around to face my phone, which is currently attached to a tall tripod, and read through the comments on the screen. Running a hand through my hair, I pull the strands over one shoulder and tug my bottom lip between my teeth.
“You guys are so sweet. I do love this color, but I don’t know if it’s my favorite.”
Taking a step back, I give one last slow spin for the camera, pausing just long enough with my back facing the camera to stretch my arms behind my head, fingers tangling in my hair as I arch my back. The position does wonders for the shape of my ass, especially with the thong back of the bodysuit, and I can only imagine the view those watching are being gifted with.
“What color would you like to see next?” I ask, stepping over to my bed where I have a few different sets laid out. “Looks like I still have a rose pink, a dark green, and a navy blue set I can show you. I’ve only got time for one more today, though. You’ll just have to be patient if you wanna see the rest.” I take a moment to hold each item up for the camera, letting my viewers get a good look before throwing in their votes. The navy blue and dark green pieces are both bodysuits, but the rose pink set consists of a lace bralette style top and matching cheeky panties.
I’ve been wearing a lot of bodysuits for photo content, but the two-piece sets make filming videos a little easier. Admittedly, I’ve been dying to try something a little more risque. I want to step out of my comfort zone, but I can’t bring myself to make the jump on my own.
Comments start to flood in as subscribers vote for which color they would most like to see, but a comment fromhimis what finalizes my decision.
“Looks like pink is the winner,” I say, laying the other two back down on the bed before I step out of the camera’s view, taking off the current bodysuit and slipping on the pink set. Knowing that Z is watching has my mind spinning in a dozen different directions. He wouldn’t bother to join my livestream if I had completely ruined everything with my body’s mishap during our private session, right? He still enjoys my content enough to chime in with his opinion. Which apparently, means more to me than the opinion of the rest of the people watching, considering the majority vote before he chimed in was for navy blue, not pink.
Whatever he wants, he’s going to get.
The chat window goes wild after I step back into the camera’s view, showing off the two-piece set, cementing my decision to take a little bit of the money I’ve earned from Frisk so far and splurge on a few more outfits. I’ll justify the cost by convincing myself that the only way to grow my account is to continuously provide new content, which in part, involves changing what I’m wearing.
“Alright, guys, as much as I’d love to stay and keep talking, I really should get going,” I say, keeping my voice light and flirty. I blow a kiss for the camera and end the LIVE, the chat window closing to reveal an unread message in my inbox.
I didn’t think I would ever be shopping for new lingerie to meet a subscriber’s demands, but here I am, browsing through displays at a boutique that Becca and I found in Sutton Ridge. Finding a gap in our schedules when we’re both available can be hard, and it’s been waytoo long since we last spent the day together. I’ve managed to catch up a little bit with the extra money I’ve been bringing in, thanks to Frisk. Not enough to go completely crazy, but I can manage grabbing an inexpensive lunch with my best friend and buying something sexy for a stranger on the internet.
God, that sounds ridiculous.
A stranger who continues to steal all of my focus and attention whenever we talk. NoMerZ reached out a few days ago and sent me payment for a private session, but he had a special request. He asked me to wear something that only he would see. Knowing that he chose the color pink when I let my viewers pick my outfit the other day, that’s the color I’m looking for. Becca and I had to do a little bit of research to find an actual lingerie boutique, and not some rundown adult toy store that also happened to sell lingerie.
Trust me, there’s a difference.
The moment we walked into the boutique, we were greeted with a well-lit store, elegant displays with accents of black and light pink, and soft pop music playing in the background.
“What exactly are you looking for?” Becca asks as she admires a strappy, black lace bodysuit that’s a bit too far out of my comfort zone.
