Sugar

2. We Meet Again

"You're serious?" Alex laughs out loud. "This guy just casually walks into the women's room and strikes up a conversation?"

I nod, grinning, thumbing through a magazine from where I'm stretched out on my living room floor. "Yeah. I don't know, he's kind of cool."

"I'm sorry, cool is not one of the words I'd use to describe that guy, from what you've told me."

I shoot her a glance. "Leave him alone, okay? The poor guy was just trying to escape a girl. I can relate."

"Yeah, I guess," she muses, moving to kick me gently. "I don't know, it almost sounds like you have a thing for bathroom boy."

"No, it wouldn't go anywhere. He's not the type." I lean back, stretching out my shoulders, letting out a sigh. "He can get a girl, it's not like he has to pay one."

"Not sugar daddy material, then." Alex moves off my couch, flopping next to me. "That's a shame, he sounds like he'd be the type to completely spoil his girl."

"Eh. I'm pretty sure he's not rich enough to do that kind of thing anyway." I shrug, sitting up, glancing at my phone. One forty-five. "I've got a coffee shop date at three, want to help me get ready?"

"Yeah, sure." Alex follows me into my bedroom and I open my closet, gesturing for her to go crazy. She has a thing for picking out my clothes, and it's not like I can complain - she has amazing fashion sense.

"What are you two going to be doing?" She turns from the closet, a lacy bra caught on her fingertip as she gives me a mischevious grin. I shake my head, rolling my eyes, and she throws it at me anyway.

"It's a new guy, I haven't really talked to him a lot but he just wants a date." I catch the matching panties she throws at me and grimace. "I'm not wearing lace unless I have to. More practical, less sexy."

"Come on, that bra gives you really nice cleavage. Weren't you saying you need some action?" Alex teases me as she tosses a thin, light pink, low-necked shirt at me, turning back to the closet. "Here's your chance, plus he's sure to pay you extra if you give him a hand, if you know what I mean."

She turns from the closet to give me a wink and I hit her squarely in the face with a pillow. "You know I won't do that."

Alex laughs. "Stop acting all high and mighty, you told me about mister billionaire and the one-night million dollar stand."

I flush. "Stop it, that was once. And it wasn't a million," I throw her a dirty look. "Not even halfway."

"Twenty-five thousand dollars," she says with relish. "That's a pretty amount of money, Y/n. Hell, for that I'd - "

"I won't do anything for the guys," I say firmly, turning to change into the bra and pink shirt. "You know that."

"I know," Alex sighs, flopping onto the bed. "You know how lucky you are, that you can just tease your way out of it? One day you're going to have to flat out refuse."

"And until that day comes I'll stick to my dates and kisses," I reply, grinning as I lean forward, applying mascara carefully. "This guy said he likes really natural girls, what do you think I should do in terms of - "

"No foundation," Alex replies immediately. "Lip gloss and a bit of blush. That'll be fine."

"Okay, I can do that." I turn to my mirror again, pulling my blush out of the drawer. Alex flops onto my bed, behind me, scrolling through her phone.

"You know what," she says suddenly, looking up as if something just occurred to her. "You want action, right? Just not from guys paying you."

I sigh, shaking my head. "No, I just want something short. A fling or something, I don't care, just something from anyone who's not paying."