Page 10 of Corrupted Pleasure
“Your dad includes Killian in hisbusiness, right?” I asked Juliette, squeezing her hand gently in comfort. She nodded her answer. “See, so nothing to worry about.”
“You’re probably right,” she conceded. “It just freaked me out.”
“It’d freak any of us,” Wynter agreed. “But there’s nothing to worry about there.”
I let Juliette’s hand go and took another drink of water, while keeping my eye on her. Somehow, I had a feeling Juliette would keep searching for her answers. She didn’t care for academics too much, but her curiosity was her downfall. She was way too curious.
She never talked about her mother, and Wynter never talked about her father. But I suspected, just as I always wondered about my own parents, they wondered about theirs too.
“Anyhow, back to sugar daddies,” Juliette changed the subject abruptly. “I think the interview process should be as rigorous as it was when we were searching for Wynter’s skating partner.”
Instantly, the rest of us groaned. That was a damn painful process.
“Well, if you want my opinion,” Wynter chimed in, hunching down to her knees and putting her phone into her duffle bag, “I don’t think you need a sugar daddy. Nor more alcohol in your system.”
Juliette waved her hand, dismissing her answer. It was clearly not the answer she was looking for.
“Just be careful,” I told Juliette, hoping I wasn’t saying the wrong thing here. “Maybe we should help you with the interview process?” I offered.
“Are you nuts?” Ivy grumbled. “Do you remember what she did to those poor men last time?”
Wynter snickered but she didn’t comment.
“Well, maybe we can-” Juliette never got to finish her statement because the door opened at that moment. All of our heads whipped in its direction. I thought Juliette said it would be just us.
My eyes met the most beautiful blue oceans at the highest pitch note of Taylor Swift’s song, “Don’t Blame Me.” And fuck, if I’d known love would make me crazy, just like the lyrics in Taylor’s song, I would have done a few things differently since that day.
The man was gorgeous. With a capital G. He had a tall, muscular frame and tan, sun-kissed skin. His dark hair had hints of white at the temples but nothing about him screamed old. His face was strong, with a chiseled jawline covered with a short, cropped beard.
God, even in my semi-buzzed state I could see his clothes were hiding a mouthwatering body, the kind that was created to offer a woman ultimate pleasure. I’d stake my life on it.
His eyes lingered on me for barely a second, yet it seared into me for a lifetime. This man had the distinct aura of danger and dominance, despite his casual attire. Jeans hugged his thighs and hips, a casual yet clearly expensive, button down shirt offered a glimpse of his tanned chest. My mouth watered as my eyes cascaded from his broad shoulders and down his torso to his strong thighs and what lay in between. I had the urge to check to see if I was drooling.
"Could he be my sugar daddy applicant?" I blurted out, not so subtle. “My panties just melted,” I added breathlessly.
Without realizing I had even said the latter words out loud his eyes flashed back to me and the girls burst out laughing. I felt crimson flood my cheeks as humiliation swallowed me whole. I couldn't believe I had said the words aloud. Of all the times the filter between my brain and mouth had to break... It was now.
And I couldn’t even blame it on being completely drunk. I was buzzed, yes. But not drunk. Any sanity I possessed had obviously been thrown out the window along with my dignity the moment I laid eyes on this man.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him. A chuckle came from behind me, yet I drowned in this man’s eyes and didn’t bother to come up for air. I really wanted this one. He’d bring me pleasure. I didn’t care if he was able to keep me in the manner I wanted to become accustomed to. I just wanted pleasure. Definitely wantedthat.
Bend me over, spank me. Anything. Just fuck me.Yep, I was past the point of reasonably tipsy. I’d crossed over into a horny drunk without the use of alcohol.
“Davina, thatisher daddy.” Wynter chuckled, her green eyes shining with amusement.
I think he should be my daddy,I thought to myself. God, I was so hot right now. Now, I kind of want my own sugar daddy. Right the fuck now. Spank my ass; I’ll call you daddy, and all that.
I furrowed my eyebrows, then placed my cool palm against my cheek. Just a look from this man and I was burning. Maybe Juliette could decide she didn’t like this guy.
Judging by the way he’s looking at me, I may have said that out loud. Shit!
Ivy’s eyes, slightly unfocused, darted between everyone in the room. “I’m confused. Is this guy a daddy daddy or just Daddy?”
That question was too confusing and my brain failed to function properly. Juliette and Wynter burst out laughing. They laughed uncontrollably, each one of them holding their stomachs.
Wynter even had tears rolling down her cheeks.
”It’s my Uncle Liam,” Wynter answered, her voice thick with humor. “Juliette’s dad.”
