Page 31 of Sugar Daddies


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Benny scribbled on the rota. “Maybe your father has a good business offer.”

I checked for customers but there was only the old deaf couple by the window. “Maybe my father can go fuck himself.”

“Katie!” he blustered, but he was laughing. “You just hear him out, yes? For old Benny.”

God.Another one.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll hear him out.”

The bell above the door chimed as a party of regulars came by for coffee and cake, and our time was up.

“Thanks,” I said. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I really do.”

He waved it away. “Good partnership,” he said. “That’s all.”

My phone vibrated in my pocket as Benny turned back for the kitchen. I pulled it out as the table of regulars got seated.

One message. One email.

Which to answer first?

I clicked the message.

Rick: I’ve got an idea. Fancy a hook up this week?

I felt it between my legs, the memory of his piercing against my clit. My cheeks were burning as another message pinged through.

Rick: I mean a chat, not a fuck. Sorry, that sounded bad!

Rick: Unless you want a fuck?

I smiled, and then there was another ping.

Rick: Ignore me. I meant a chat. A hang out. Some chill time.

The table were engrossed in the menu,even though they had the same cakes every time. I sentoff a message.

Sure, I’d like that. When? I can do Wednesday. Maybe Friday.

Rick: Wednesday? Lunch? Come here. I’ll cook.

And Carl?

Rick: No Carl.

No Carl? I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or worried.

Ok, cool. See you then.

I took the coffee order before remembering the email. I clicked to open as I waited for the coffee to filter.

Favcom Tech. Confirmation of your interview.

What the fucking hell?

I scanned through the text. A fucking interview?! On Monday?!

So much for a fucking chat.

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