Page 5 of Sweet Deception

My relief is palpable as the car finally starts, and I pull out of the parking lot, this time checking traffic first.

I resist the urge to look back over my shoulder, despite how much I want to. Once I've passed a couple of blocks, the tension finally eases from my shoulders, but that doesn't stop me from obsessing over the encounter.

I've never experienced such an intense physical attraction like that before. I laugh at the thought of him being a sugar daddy. With his good looks, he wouldn't need to pay for a companion. He could crook his finger at any woman he wants and have them begging at his feet.

"Ugh! This is ridiculous!" I yell into the car. Nothing about today has been normal. I need to just forget about the guy.

Sighing, I force my thoughts away from the mystery man and onto my parents. After what I went through, I need the comfort of their company. I guess it's true that you're never too old to need your parents. Besides, visiting with them will serve as a reminder of why I signed up to be a sugar baby.

Flicking the turn signal, I head west at the next light and try to forget all about those intense eyes and the beautiful man they belong to.

Chapter three

Luca

"Boss?" Rafael swings his gaze to me, his eyebrow lifted.

He knows me well.

The woman captivated me the moment I spotted her coming out of the Sweet Connection's office. The feeling only grew when I witnessed her reaction to me.

I loved the way her eyes rounded in surprise and the small gasp that escaped those full luscious lips of hers.And fuck. When her hand went to her throat, I wanted it to be my hand as I pinned her to the wall.

It took way too much willpower to lock my body in place. The need to approach her was overwhelming, but her reaction convinced me it would've been a mistake. She was spooked despite the attraction clear in her eyes. I could practically smell the fear coming off her. And fuck me, if that didn't make me hard.

I track her until she turns that piece of shit car of hers at the light before turning to Rafael and dipping my chin.

I can still feel the heat of her gaze.

"Basic or full report?" Rafael asks.

"Basic for now. And tell Margaret not to put her in the system."It's selfish, but I don’t want any trace of her on either site.

Rafael nods before heading next door.

As beautiful as she is, I can't imagine her applying to be a sugar baby. She doesn't have the look of the girls who normally apply. She has more of the girl next door vibe about her. It's a shame, really. I would prefer the things I could do to her without the restraint of social etiquette holding me back.

I've never gone for agoodgirl before, but I find the idea of corrupting her appealing. Maybe it's why she stands out against all the others.

That means I'll have to be patient. Something I've mastered even though I prefer just taking what I want.

Sighing, I force thoughts of her aside for now and focus on the business that brought me here.

Gio holds the door as I walk past him into the club, but I don't get far before I hear my name being called from across the room.

"Mr. Morelli,"comes the high pitched voice again.

Stopping just inside the club, I tilt my head at the server hurrying across the room. I don't remember her name, not that I care what it is. She's been a nuisance ever since she got hired. Every time I come here, she drops whatever she's doing to chase me down.

My jaw clenches when she stops before me, causing her eyes to widen once she glances at my expression. She takes a step back, but then stops her retreat to square her shoulders. Her features set in determination.

Aggravated by her stubbornness, I decide to end this infatuation.

Women call me a dick, but I wouldn’t have to be one if they paid attention. Not once have I encouraged her advances, going so far as having the club manager talk to her. Now I see it hasn't done any good.

Crossing my arms, I stare down at her and wait. It doesn't take long before she breaks eye contact and lowers her eyes to the floor—no doubt trying to portray submissiveness. I hold back a snort at the thought. She doesn't have a submissive bone in her body. I know her type. She loves money and power, and she sees both when she looks at me.

Wanting to fuck with her, I take a random stab at her name. "Mandy."