Sugar Daddies (28 page)

A spring in my step and that
fucked last night
ache between my legs and I was all ready to hit round one of Katie versus Princess Verity. I’d selected one of my new blouses with care, the lightest teal blue, cute but subtle, professional without being too brash. My hair was up in a messy bun, to show off the tailored lines of my new swanky suit jacket. My pencil skirt hugged my ass, and my heels made a satisfying clack as I walked. Yeah, I felt good. I felt ready for this.

I had a lovely little flutter in my belly as we arrived at the office. It was gooey and warm and far too squishy, and although I knew it was a potentially dumbass move to get all gushy over a guy who was A. my boss and B. paying me to fuck both him and his boyfriend, I couldn’t help myself.

I liked pulling up to the office in Carl’s Range. I liked walking through the office at his side. I liked borrowing his toothbrush in the morning, and sleeping in his bed at night. I liked taking his cock, once, twice, three times over, only to take him again the next morning.

I liked the fact that the part of him he’d spilled inside me was still dribbling its way back out again. I especially liked how dirty that made me feel.

And I liked his boyfriend. I
loved
his boyfriend.

Carl dropped me at the desk next to Ryan, who I’d been working with the day before, and that felt good, too.

Ryan seemed a genuine guy with his head screwed on. Everyone else was jabbering on about their evening, or where they were headed for lunch, or who was likely to get voted out of the latest piece of reality TV show crud, but Ryan was having none of it. I recognised the presentation slides he was staring at, the same ones Carl had talked me through the evening before, and pulled up a chair.

“Early morning cramming,” he said. “Want to get a head start.”

“Ditto,” I said, and he smiled and angled his screen in my direction.

“We can be study buddies,” he offered.

I nodded. “Sounds good to me.”

And so it began.

I listened to the morning training sessions so intently that my brain fizzed. I made notes until my fingers cramped and my writing became all but illegible. I asked question after question that made Carl smile and Verity scowl, and I committed the answers to memory. I thrilled as Carl marked up the whiteboard with our names all ready for the sales results table to kick off the following Monday, and for every look of disdain Verity shot in my direction my resolve grew a little more steely.

I could do this. I could come out top and show that snotty little cow I was far more than the loser sister she’d chalked me up as.

I expected Carl to distance himself from me at work, to draw the
boss
line and pretend I was just another minion on his training programme, but it seemed Carl doesn’t work that way. He tapped my arm as we were breaking for lunch and he had his car keys in his hand.

“I’m heading out for coffee and a bagel. Want to come?”

Of course I did.

We ate at a little cafe at the far end of the business park and he watched me so intently that I could only take tiny mouthfuls of sandwich.

“So,” he said. “What’s with you, Katie? You seem different.”

I shrugged. “If something’s worth doing, it’s worth doing well, right?”

He took a hearty bite of his bagel. I watched as he chewed and swallowed. “I looked into the stats you put on your application form.”

“And?”

“They were impressive, if not entirely believable.” He paused. “And they checked out.”

“Of course they did. I’m no liar.”

His eyes looked so green under the fluorescent lighting. “I spoke to your old boss, from the insurance agency.”

“You spoke with Colin Wilkins? What did he say?”

“He said you were dedicated, talented, hardworking. He said you had one of the best track records across your region. He said you were a faultless new business developer, and he’d offered you a spot on their management training scheme but you turned him down.”

I felt myself burning up. “I did pretty well there. It was only part time.”

“He told me I’d be an idiot not to cultivate your talent and push you into management.”

I laughed a little. “Management? I just did a bit of telemarketing, no big deal.”

He leaned in and I felt the charge from him, felt the tingle. “I don’t think you’re the simple little horsey girl you play at being. I don’t think that’s you. I think you want more than that, even if you don’t know it.”

I pushed my plate aside. “I don’t play at being anything. I just want different things than you. Just because someone
can
do something doesn’t mean they
want
to do it. I’m really not such a dark horse, Carl.”

He smirked. “And yet here we are, suited and booted, grabbing a bagel before heading back to the office.” His voice lowered. “I watched you all morning, and you want this. I saw it in you. You’ve got the calling for it, even if you refuse to acknowledge the fact.”

I shook my head. “No,” I said. “I’ve got the calling to win my little trip to see Harrison Gables and earn some decent cash towards my yard.”

“It’s more than that.”

I met his eyes. “It’s not.”

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll transfer you for the six months, I could do with someone to help manage my diary. You can check out of the training programme and work alongside me.” My face must have dropped before I could stop it, the prospect of a Katie-Verity sales smackdown slipping through my fingers. “And there we have it.” He smirked. “
Busted,
as Rick would say. So, tell me. Why do you want this all of a sudden?”

I hesitated. “Maybe it’s a calling, like you said.”

He shook his head, and I felt like he was boring his way into me. Only into my brain this time, not my pussy. “No,” he said. “It’s something else. Is it about your father?”

I nearly spat my coffee. “About the sperm donor?!
No
. I couldn’t give two shits about him.”

“Then it’s about Verity?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Why does it have to be about anyone? Maybe I just like a hard day’s work?”

“I’ve been around the block a few too many times to buy into that, Katie. I know when someone’s out to prove something, there’s a steel to it, an edge. You’ve had that edge since we sat down to look at slides last night.”

“Why does it matter?”

He shrugged. “I like to know what I’m working with. It helps me get the best out of you.”

“I’ll get the best out of myself,” I said. “You don’t need to worry.”

“I’m not worried.” He was quiet as he finished up his bagel. Big purposeful bites without any self-consciousness. I couldn’t take my eyes from him. He dabbed his lips with a napkin, left a single crumb behind. I wanted to pull him close and lick that crumb right off. “Just use that motivation in the right way,” he continued. “Competition can be healthy, it can also be destructive.”

“Sure thing,
Daddy.
” I laughed at his frown, and it was quite a frown. “Jeez, Carl. I’m joking, just playing around.”

His frown relaxed. He raised an eyebrow at me, and couldn’t help smiling. “Let’s get back,” he said.

I followed him out, watching his firm ass all the way back to the car. He slung an arm behind my seat as he reversed out of the space. “I told him,” he said. “Your father, I mean. I told him what Colin Wilkins said about you. I gave him a copy of your performance stats, as well.”

The thought gave me shivers. “And what did he say?”

“He said
that’s his girl.
”

I folded my arms. “I’m not
his
girl.”

“I told him as much. I said he can relinquish whatever ideas he has for a hold on you, because there’s a new
daddy
in town.”

I gasped at that. “You didn’t.”

He laughed. “No, I didn’t.” He met my eyes as he turned back onto our section of the estate. “But I would, if it called for it. I don’t believe in pussy-footing around for the sake of the status quo, Katie.”

The thought thrilled and petrified me in equal measure. “That would be crazy,” I said.

“Maybe.”

“Definitely.” I unclipped my seatbelt as he pulled into his space. “And I’d lose all respect from the team. Nobody likes someone they think waltzes around getting special treatment, Carl, especially not one they think is in bed with the boss.”

“And there we go,” he said. “You’re all in, even if you don’t want to be. You already care what they think of you.” He grabbed my wrist as I made to open my door, and I flashed back to the weight of him over me, pinning my wrists as he pushed his way inside my sore pussy while the birds chorused the dawn outside. “Will we see you tonight?”

My mind turned blank. “I don’t know… I, um… Samson…” I took a breath. “I need to see Samson.”
And my pussy needs a break.

He nodded, let go of my wrist, and I immediately regretted my answer. “Of course, yes. Sorry.”

But I wasn’t sorry he’d asked. Wasn’t sorry at all.

I tried to say it, but he’d already opened his door.

I left Carl’s side on the way back through the office, and headed to the toilets to freshen up. My skin felt clammy and flushed, and my pussy felt battered and hot.
And needy. Again.
I washed my hands in cold water and splashed some over my face, opening my eyes in time to watch that bitch Verity walk in.

She didn’t pick a cubicle, just stared at me in the mirror.

“What?” I said, finally. “What do you want?”

She shrugged. “I was wondering the same thing about you.”

“I’m here for the same reason you are,” I said. “Harrison Gables. Not that it’s any of your business.”

“It’s
all
of my business,” she said. “
I’ll
be the one inheriting it.”

“Whoopty doo. Like I care.” I didn’t care, either. Not one shit for the pile of stuff she’d inherit from that fucking idiot. She was welcome to it.

“Dad only wants you here because he thinks it’s the
right
thing to do. You’re just his little charity case. His embarrassing little secret.”

“Sure, whatever,” I said, pretending it didn’t sting. Not even a little.

“Don’t think you can show up here and make me look bad. I won’t let you make me look like an idiot, Katie, no matter how hard you try.”

“I don’t need to make you look like an idiot,” I said. “I’m just here for Harrison. How you choose to make yourself look is completely up to you.”

“I heard you did well at some shitty job once. Don’t think that will make you better than me. A shitty job around shitty college won’t make you better than me.”

“I didn’t say it would.” I glared at her reflection.

“No, but you
think
it.”

I laughed. “You’re paranoid. You’ve always been paranoid.” But she wasn’t paranoid, not this time. That steely hard little part of me did want to think it would make me better than her, just this once. I was counting on it.

She tutted. “You’d be paranoid, too, if some little bitch was always after what was yours.”

I turned to face her and I could feel my cheeks burning up. “Since when have I
ever
been after what’s yours? I’ve never given two fucks about what’s yours.”

And she hissed, she actually hissed at me. She jabbed a pretty little manicured fingernail in my direction and her face was contorted by rage and jealousy and maybe a little bit of fear, too. “I won’t let you take what’s mine. Not my friends, not my company, not my fucking dad. You can just fuck off back where you came from, you should never have come here!”

It took me aback, and for a moment I was a little girl again, unsure of my own footing. “I didn’t
want
to come here. I didn’t
want
to know any of you. I wish I’d never even known I had a fucking dad, alright? I wish you people didn’t exist to me.”

“Feeling’s mutual,” she said.

I turned back to the sink, washing hands that were already clean and splashing more water over my face so she wouldn’t see the angry tears pricking.

“You can take your greedy eyes off Carl, as well,” she said. “He isn’t going to fall for your shit, either.”

“Sorry?” I snapped.

“
Carl
,” she repeated, as though I was a dullard. “I’ve seen the way you gawp and drool, and he’s gay. He’s got a boyfriend.” She folded her arms, so smug. “He’s just not going to be interested in a little skank like you,
sorry
.”

Oh God, how I wanted to tell her. The urge to gloat about how he’d taken me over and over and over again while his boyfriend rammed his gorgeous cock in my mouth was almost too much to bear. The words were in my throat, burning me, desperate to spring out and slap the little bitch across her spoiled little mouth, but I didn’t. I couldn’t.