Page 837 of One More Kiss

“What?” I glare at him, placing my glass on the high-top table and flicking the wine from my hand, then wipe it with a tissue.

Will anyone notice the stain? It is a dark shirt, so I hope not.

“Are you looking for a Sugar Daddy or something?”

I sputter, choking on my breath. “W-what?” Where the hell did he get that idea from?

“You know, a sugar daddy? Someone to look after your whammy?”

“What makes you think I need one?” I cock my eyebrows.

“Because... your body reacts whenever an older man with a commanding stance walks past you.”

I click my tongue with a disapproving ‘tsk, tsk.’ “It’s very ageist of you to suggest that a younger man cannot be a sugar daddy.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. I know there are daddies who are young, but I just noticed that your body actually reacts whenever an older man crosses your sight or walks past you. It vibrates with an untamed energy, and your fingers tighten around the glass flute. There’s also a slight hitch in your breathing.”

He has observed that much about me in just thirty minutes since we have arrived at the club?

Fuck!

I swallow hard and look around us. My mouth suddenly feels dry, and cold sweat breaks out on my forehead. I should be more careful about my reactions.

I have declared nothing about my sexual orientation at my workplace. I wanted to, but there are a few at the job whose reaction has given me pause on the matter.

Only Calder knows I’m gay, but I don’t remember telling him I like older guys.

I don’t enjoy hiding in a closet. I’ll change that in a few years.

After I have gained a few more years of experience, I’ll look for a job in a metropolitan city. Far away from small town bigots. Not that big cities don’t have their own shares of dogmatists. They’re filled with them, as well.

“Hey.” I startle, almost spilling my drink on the table. Again. “It’s okay if you like older sugar daddy type guys. I like them, too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

That’s good to know. I heave a breath of relief, finally relaxing. I nod and give him a half grin. “Thanks. But FYI, I don’t need a sugar daddy. I’m looking for a man who’s just older.”

“Oh. Oh!” his eyes grow large, jaw going slack. “You want one of those Dom daddies?”

“Nope. Not exactly those kinds. I want someone to discipline me, love me, pamper me, and call me his kind of man, is what I want. But someone who’s older than me.”

“Good for you.” He slaps my back. “You should look for one here, in this club.”

Is he crazy?

He actually wants me to hook up with a stranger here? In this club? Which is filled with young, hungry, and horny kids?

I snort, the wine flying out of my nose and mouth.

Calder jumps back, keeping a healthy distance between us. “Dude, what the fuck!”

I quickly grab a tissue and wipe my mouth and nose, and then the table. “Sorry.”

“Careful, man. You’ll spoil my Ram tough look.”

Whatever the fuck that is? I roll my eyes and take a small sip.

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