Page 13 of Filthy Business
“Have you heard of—” I paused and cleared my throat.“The sugar daddy arrangement?”
“I was in uni,” she said with a small shrug.
That was a relief. I wouldn’t need to explain it all.
“Oh.Oh. You mean?” She gasped, then whispered,“You and me? Us.
Oh, fuck. Too soon.
I gave her a quick nod.
“Do you mean money or sex?” she finally asked.
“Everything. Your own apartment, a monthly allowance, shopping, dinner—and yes. Sex.”
Lots and lots of glorious, hot-as-fuck, filthy, nasty, messy, dirty sex.
I got carried away just looking at Iris.
“I mean… it would help me get out of my student debt,” she said, but frowned.“It’s not very ethical though. Exploiting one another.”
No. Exploit the fuck out of me.
“It would be nice to date again. In a safe environment. Twenty-six years was a long time.”
I hoped I didn’t sound like a desperate old man. I toyed with my napkin before glancing up at her again.
There was no revulsion.
Holy shit.
She was considering it.
“Can I sleep on it?” she asked, nibbling the corner of her lip.
“Of course you can. I would never do anything you felt uncomfortable with,” I said, scratching my head.“It’s just… you’re the first woman I’ve been attracted to like this—well, I don’t remember it ever being this… intense.”
“Oh.”
“Look, it was just a thought. A crazy thought,” I added as panic began to set in.
“No, I do think you’re attractive, but with work—”
“No one will ever know. I promise you. We can have a contract if that would make you feel safe,” I said, mulling it over. That made sense—to have all the terms laid out.
“That sounds logical,” she said, looking down at her fork as she twirled it in slow circles.
Contracts usually meant business deals.
This was filthy business.
But probably the best contract I would ever draft.
If she agreed.
???
I messaged Benedict to pick up the damn phone before I called him. He answered on the first ring.
