4

Bobby

Lexi shivers a bit, but her nipples protrude through her top like she’s turned on.

The girl is smoking hot. She has sleek brown hair with glints of gold and mahogany, cut in the latest style, so it falls in soft wavy layers around her face. High cheekbones and big blue eyes give her an alluring beauty.

“So you do hair?”

Lexi nods. She’s attentive, her eyes on me like she’s eager to please. It makes my dick thicken in my pants.

“No wonder you look so good.”

She doesn’t seem put off by my come-on-strong style. I definitely want her–at least for the night. I was sizing her up from the moment I heard that stronzo in the back say she was looking for a sugar daddy. Knowing what a girl wants makes negotiations so much clearer. Infinitely easier. I know if she wants a sugar daddy, she’s willing to give me what I want, too.

The reins. Control.

She’ll let me call the shots.

It’s a clean arrangement–exactly what I’m looking for.

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 muttering this 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.”

Everything about this girl is disarming. She's so genuine. Honest. It's refreshing.

“I'm expecting you'll share that hot little body of yours with me. You don't have to perform. I like to be in charge in bed.”

Understatement.

“I'll take what I want. If I need something from you, I'll let you know.”

She relaxes, which is a good sign. She wants me to lead. I thought I picked up submissive tendencies from her, and it seems I was right.

“Don’t worry. If you tell me to back off at any point, I will. I come on strong, and I play a little rough, but I know how to treat a lady.”

Her azure eyes search mine as if trying to decipher what I mean by playing rough. I lean over and brush my lips across hers, wanting to taste her full raspberry lips again.

“I'm also expecting I'll make you scream. In a good way.”

She laughs, a throaty, sensual sound that goes straight to my cock. “Oh really? I guess you don’t lack confidence, do you?”

“Nope.” I deliberately hold her gaze.

Her pupils dilate. “What if I’m one of those women who never orgasms with a partner?”

I rake my gaze down her body again, wondering what kind of assholes she’s dated who couldn’t worship that body well enough to make her come. “Is that the case?”

She swallows and shrugs. Now I’m determined to make her forget every cock-sucker she ever let touch that juicy body of hers.

“Then I’ll figure out how to unlock your secrets.” I gun my Porsche to surge into the gap in traffic, and Lexi gasps, white-knuckling the dashboard.

“You okay, doll?” I glance over. “Does my driving make you nervous?”

She lets out a shaky laugh and eases her hands away from the dash. “Sorry. It’s not your driving. I just get jumpy on the road. This city has some crazy drivers.”

I remember her “between cars” embarrassment and wonder if there’s a story there. I’m about to ask when she changes the subject. “Were you born here?”

“In New Jersey? Or America? Either way, yeah. First generation American.”

“Your parents are from Italy?”

I know what she’s trying to figure out. Whether I’m in La Cosa Nostra–the mafia. Or maybe she already knows and is curious about it. “Yeah. Sicily.”

“Are they still around?” She darts a glance at me. “I’m sorry—do you mind my asking personal questions?”

I don’t think she’s a plant fishing for information, but you never know. I would sure hate to find that out because she’s far too beautiful to destroy.

“I don’t mind this question. Some I might.” I soften the words with quirked lips. “Both my parents are dead, but I have a ton of extended family.”

She nods.

“As a rule, the Family is off-limits for conversation. For your safety and mine.” I pull into the parking garage for the Four Seasons and find a spot.

“Yeah, okay.” As she bobs her head, a slight tremor runs through her, and I hope I haven’t scared her off.

“Don’t worry, Lex.” I get out and walk around to open her door, but she climbs out before I reach it. “You’re safe. If we strike an arrangement, my business won’t ever concern you. That’s the point of keeping it off-limits. Capisce?”

She nods. I cradle her nape and draw her face up to mine for another kiss. She softens into me, her lips supple and receptive, her body melting into mine.

Taking her hand, I lead her to the lobby and ask for a luxury suite. The clerk gives me the keycard and directs us to the elevator. As soon as the door closes, I nudge her back against the wall, nuzzling and nipping at her neck.

“Still nervous?”

“No.”

“Liar.” I murmur in her ear.