Fake It For Daddy Read online B.B. Hamel (Sugar Daddy #1)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sugar Daddy Series by B.B. Hamel
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
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“What for?” I ask him, trying to calm myself down.

“Those papers you dropped off were for Maxime and Cerise,” he says. “They wish to discuss them over dinner and invited you.”

I bite my lip. “Do you think it’s necessary?” I ask him. “I mean, I think the less often we’re around each other, the less likely it is that we’ll get caught.”

He smiles slightly as he sits down. “Yes, I thought of that too,” he says. “But Maxime insisted.”

“Okay then,” I say. I stand quickly and he nods once. His face and his expression are all business again, almost like that moment never happened.

But it did happen. It really did. And right then, for the briefest of moments, I thought he was going to…

To what, exactly?

Kiss me, maybe. Bend me over the desk and spank me. Rip off my panties and slide his tongue between my legs until I screamed.

I don’t know. All of the above, more likely.

“Bring a change of clothes. We won’t be going home after work tomorrow.”

“I understand.”

“Very good. And remember.” He clears his throat. “We’re dating. We’re together. So make it seem…”

“I get it,” I say to him, feeling that anger come back. “You don’t have to treat me like a moron. I did fake an orgasm for you pretty convincingly on short notice, didn’t I?”

I get a flash of that look again but it’s quickly snuffed out. “Yes, you did,” he says. “You’re dismissed.”

I bristle at that. “Good night, sir.”

He smiles slightly. “Good night.”

I turn and leave his office.

God, I don’t think I’ve ever been so fucking turned on in my whole life. Well, except for last night.

I don’t know what I’m going to do. Whenever we do this, I just go absolutely wild inside. But I still have to somehow work with the man. I can’t let this fake relationship turn into something more.

I think he might be as worried about that as I am, just going by the way he keeps staring at me like he wants to rip my clothes off and ravage me.

This is complicated and it’s only a matter of time before it gets even worse.

4

Leon

I work Paige hard all day again, not because I really need to, but because…

Well, I like pissing her off.

I like seeing her squirm.

And I like seeing her obey.

Maybe it’s wrong, but I just can’t help myself. The girl is a burning locust of sexual energy, especially when she’s pissed off as hell, which I seem to be able to make her pretty easily. It makes me want to push her buttons so badly, just to get her all worked up…

I shift uncomfortably. She’s alone in my office right now. It’s half past six and we’re meeting the Monacans soon. She’s getting changed into something a little more formal for the occasion.

I’m tempted to throw open the door and take what I’ve been craving.

But of course, I can’t do that. This is business, strictly business. Teasing her and pushing her buttons is as far as I should go, even if I want to go much further.

She comes out a few minutes later wearing a mid-length lacy dress with a high neckline and translucent lacy sleeves. It’s a relatively conservative dress… but I swear she somehow makes it scandalous. She looks gorgeous, fucking stunning actually, and I can hardly believe that it’s the same girl.

I smile at her, not able to help myself. “You look good.”

“Glad you approve,” she says sarcastically. “Should we go?”

“Let’s go.”

I lead her downstairs, unable to stop looking at her as we ride the elevator. She shoots me this annoyed glare and I bet she thinks I’m being critical right now… but god, if only she knew that I was half hard just from that dress.

My driver’s waiting outside and he takes us to a little restaurant in a sleepy neighborhood about ten minutes away. I help Paige out of the car and we step across the sidewalk. I hold the door for her, the consummate gentleman, and am rewarded with nothing more than a frown.

I can’t be surprised. The girl hates me, after all, although I think I can turn that hate into something more.

Either way. She’d better be a good actress, although judging by her last performance I think I’m in for a treat.

The hostess leads us through the dining room into a small private room. Cerise and Maxime are already there, an open bottle of wine on the table.

“Leon!” Maxime says. “I hope you do not mind, we started without you.”

“Of course not.” I shake his hand then kiss Cerise on the cheek.

“And lovely Paige.” Maxime kisses her on the cheek gently, beaming proudly. “We are very happy you could come.”

“We know you keep your, ah, dalliance a secret,” Cerise adds, frowning at Paige and not making a move to greet her. “We are happy you could grace us with your presence.”


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