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“Would you like something to drink, Julianna?”
My name sounds dark and delicious on Titan’s lips. It’s only the third time I’ve heard my real name in almost twenty-five years, and while it feels foreign, I can’t deny it also sounds good in his mouth.
He applies a light pressure to my back, guiding me towards a bar cart in the corner of the room. The movement is enough to pull me out of my trance and get me back on track.
Establish intimacy. Create a sense of ease.I refresh myself on the basics. I’m not taking any chances tonight.
“Julianna is so formal. Call me Jules,” I say with a perfectly executed seductive smileand a flirty glance from under my lashes. “All my friends do.”
“Are we friends?” he answers swiftly and without the reciprocating tease I would expect.
My body tenses and my brows raise. I stumble in my sugar baby groove until I see the way his dark eyes idle on my tits.
“I hope so, but I guess we’ll just have to find out, won’t we?” I clasp my hands, pressing my arms together and emphasizing the swell of my breasts. His gaze lingers and his pace slows, and I’m back in control.
“What would you like?” He gestures to the full bar cart, a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket on top.
“Champagne would be lovely.”
He nods, easily popping the top of the bottle and pouring me a glass. I wait for him to pour himself one so we can toast, but he never does. His hand just returns to the small of my back, and my breath hitches at the heat.
“Do I get to know where you are taking me tonight, or is it a surprise?” I ask, then take a deep drink of my champagne like I couldn’t care less as long as I’m with him. I make sure to tilt my chin up just enough that my hair falls off my shoulders and exposes my neck. His eyes trail over my newly bared skin.
“We’re staying in.”
I mask my disappointment with another bright smile. In my experience, sugar daddies like to show off their sugar babies. But Titan looks to be in his mid-forties, quite a bit younger than my usual dates, so perhaps he does things differently.
“A party here then?”
“No.” He stops me in my tracks, black brows pulled together as he examines my face. He seems confused by my questions. “As I said in my messages, I want to talk.’
“Of course. It’s much easier when it’s just the two of us.” I attempt to correct my error, not wanting to offend him by making it seem like I was expecting something more. “Better to get to know each other that way.”
“Yes, exactly. Without interruptions.” He nods.
“Sounds perfect.” I smile up at him, letting my lashes slowly lift. I find him already looking down at me, seeming to search my gaze once again. What he’s looking for, I don’t know, but I have his interest, and at the moment, that is all I care about.
“Why don’t we go to the dining room?” Titan gestures to a hallway off the right side of the room, his emerald ring catching the light, highlighting the details in the ornate silver band. I quickly estimate the stone to be at least five carats, and while emeralds don’t sell like diamonds, the clearly antique band would add a lot of value.
Twenty grand,I guess,maybe more, depending how old it is.
“Your message was a nice surprise,” I say as his hand continues to palm my lower back, guiding me through the hallway.
I slow my pace enough that he has to press the pads of his fingers into the soft skin of my back. I bite back a grin as his thumb strokes absently over my spine. This might all work out perfectly. A generous and attractive sugar daddy who seems to be moving fast enough that perhaps by the end of the week, I’ll have this month’s rent paid and good news for my lawyer.
I can already feel my jaw unclenching.
“You knew exactly what you wanted.” I continue, “I like that in a—”
My lips clamp shut as I turn into the dining room and take in the huge table and the six abnormally large chairs lining either side. At least two of me could fit into each one, and they even look too big for Titan. Ornate place settings are set at every chair.
Who the hell is this guy?
“First things first. Let’s get to why you’re here.” Titan’s hand drops from my back as he strides over to the head of the table.
I wobble at the loss of his heat on my skin. I take several steps towards him to regain my balance. He reaches for something on the table from behind a decorative candelabra.
“A gift…” I school my face to react with appreciation no matter what it is.
