I can already tell she’s a nice girl. My crazy-radar is on now after Stacy, but Lexi’s not registering on it.
She was appropriately mortified when Gina suggested an arrangement between us and quick to let me know she didn’t make this a practice. She doesn’t sell her body for money. Still, she needs money, that’s clear. She was looking for a side job at Swank.
Having a sugar daddy is a low-key arrangement. There’s money involved, but it’s more of a patronage or honorarium than a direct payment. I get to play generous, and she plays grateful, but we don’t have an actual sex contract.
“This is really embarrassing. Did it seem like Gina was pimping me out? I swear that’s not why I’m here.”
My lips quirk. There, she just proved what I already suspected.
“But you’re interested?” I ask.
She blinks, her lips parting. “Um…” She gives a husky laugh. “In having a sugar daddy? Or in you? Or–” she breaks off with an embarrassed laugh. “I’m not sure what I’m answering. Is there a position I apply for?” She’s flirting now, leaning forward in her chair, her short skirt riding up her hips to give me a view of those creamy thighs. One of her knees has a long surgical scar down the inside that looks recent.
I step in closer. Damn, if she doesn't part her knees to let me stand between them. Fuck, if I don’t want to get between them in a far more intimate way. I lower my head, hands resting on her thighs. “Let’s start with a kiss. Are you interested in that?” I'm dying to taste her.
A little puff of air leaves her lips. She lifts her face to mine, lengthening her slender neck. I spy a tiny sunburst tattoo behind her ear, delicate and tasteful like her. “Yeah.”
I go in slowly, brushing my lips across hers to start. When she chases the kiss, I deepen it, meeting her soft pillowy lips, stroking across them with mine. She moves hers in response, slips her tongue through to tease.
My dick gets hard. I clasp the back of her head and claim her mouth fully, my tongue penetrating the seam of her lips, gently fucking her mouth. She tastes like ginger ale and lime.
She moans softly. I need to get her out of here. I want her on a bed where I can fully explore her sweetness.
Her lids flutter open. “Was that part of the audition?”
This girl. So damn cute.
I cradle one side of her face and kiss her again–sweetly this time. “Yeah.”
“How am I doing?” She looks up at me from under long lashes, her blue eyes darkened with desire.
“Let's just say I'm ready to move on to the next phase of the interview.”
Her lips lift at the corners. “What does that entail?”
I tip my head toward the front doors. “Want to get out of here?”
Lexi holds my gaze for a beat then slides forward. I catch her hips to help her hop down off the bar stool. Picking up her purse, I hand it to her as I wrap an arm behind her waist to escort her out.
She catches Gina's eye on the way out, and her friend gives her a thumbs up.
“Do you have a car here? I ask, thinking we can drive together in her ride, so she feels like she has control over when she can leave.
“Um, no. I'm kind of between cars right now.” I detect embarrassment in her rueful laugh. She's damn cute. “Where are we going, anyway?”
“The Four Seasons.”
Her eyebrows rise, and I know I impressed her.
“Come on.” I lead her to my new electric Porsche and hold the door for her to hand her in. When I open the door on my side, I hear her mutteringthis is craz–. She breaks off and sends me a crooked smile.
I climb in and start up the car. “Are you nervous, doll?”
“Um, a little.”
“Don't worry babygirl, this isn't a real audition. It's just a test of chemistry.”
“I just…I'm not sure what you're expecting.”