SALTY Sugar Baby

5

"Would you like to order the drinks first?" The lady who directed me to the table is still here, now enquiring us.

Well, I think she's asking US eventhough her eyes is directed to L.L.S. But I won't blame her, I too would be sucked in if there's a man this gorgeous in front of me.

"I'll have an Americano."

Fuck, that's so deep.

The voice I mean. Though that made my mind wondered if there's anything else that would make me think it is deep too.

She finally turns her head towards me when I was still smitten by his voice, "What about you, Miss?"

"Oh. Erm. Just water." I have to play the role of a reserved 19 year old that is needing money hence this sugar baby attempt. I can't be me, the intimidating engineer who yells at contractors like it's a hobby.

"Would you like to order something else?" She's back to LLS after giving me a simple nod to my water request.

"No, that will be all. Thank you." He gives her a smile which she nods and walks away.

Oooooh, this is definitely different than what I had in mind. I thought my sugar daddy is going to be a cold, arrogant guy that I normally read in the romance novels. But this one smiles. At me. Aaaaand the waitress. You know what they say about guys who're nice to the helpers, right?

"I have to be somewhere else in twenty minutes so let's wrap this up before then." He glances at his wrist, perhaps checking the time while he says that to me. The warm, friendly persona he had earlier suddenly disappears, changing into this cold, distant man with flat, business-like tone. 

Twenty minutes? Really? If you know you only have twenty minutes to spare, why won't you reschedule to some other time that will allow us to stay a bit longer? Typical asshole quality. Being selfish, aren't you? Red flag number one.

Oh yes. I'm keeping tab on you. Because you're too good to be true.

"I'd appreciate it if you can arrive on time if we decide to proceed with this arrangement," he looks at me as I quickly take a look at my watch.

Shit. I was forty minutes late.

Excuse me, it's not my fault that I had to spend twenty minutes looking for a parking spot. And I was just trying to be a 19 year old, being a few minutes late and all. The traffic made me go from single-digit minute late to double digit!

"Sorry, I could't find a parking just now," I apologise for it to be my fault. That's right, owning my mistake.

He wasted forty minutes of his life sitting here waiting for me, it's just not me because the real Sophie Summers is punctual like hell. In fact, that's one of the points I always throw to the contractors who work with me- I'm the client for God sake, why should I be waiting for you when it should be the other way round.

And now, he's the client. So he has the right to warn me about this.

"Next time just use the valet."

"Sure if the money is good." Have I told you I have a habit of back-talking? My parents are the first-hand receiver of this bad trait of mine.

His brows furrow hearing me blurted those words, making me feel slightly uncomfortable. Uhh, is he judging me?

But he should be aware of the fact sugar babies are gold diggers. And here I am, a 19 year old student who's looking for a Daddy. Of course money is a problem for me. How would you expect a student who has student loans to pay for the luxurious valet, duh.

"Is five grand a month good enough for you?"

My eyes grow hearing the nonchalant question. Excuse me? Five grand? A month? Shit, I should have done this during my student years!