Sugar Daddy Wanted: Now Accepting Applications Read Free

Bank statements required as proof. Sex is negotiable. I reserve the right to put out or withhold. Must tolerate my children in a pleasant way.
    Kerry took a sip from her wine glass, suppressing a giggle as she proofread the profile she’d created on the dating site: sugardaddywanted.com . The internet never ceased to amaze her. This site, one of hundreds she’d found, boasted its ability to find her the Sugar Daddy of her dreams.
    With flourish, she hit ‘enter’ and waited for her ad to go live. No man in their right mind will answer this. All of the women with profiles on here were far younger than she, and projected an innocent air, while coming off as anything but.
    Kerry took another sip of wine, scanning the photo she’d posted of herself in a black form-fitting dress with spaghetti straps and red sequins. It had been taken at a New Year’s Eve party hosted by her friend and co-worker, Heather. I look hot if I do say so myself.
    Another giggle burst forth, and she made a mental note to ease up on the wine. Even though the boys had been in bed for over an hour, she didn’t want them to wake and find her drunk. No matter what, she’d never be seen by them as less than their strong, tough mom.
    A blip sounded from her computer. Startled, she blinked. Someone had responded to her ad. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she mumbled.
    Kerry squinted at the monitor, scanning the man’s profile picture. One eyebrow rose, and she set her wine glass down on the desk beside the computer. A handsome visage stared back at her—midnight eyes, collar-length wavy hair, facial scruff, strong jaw. He’d listed his age at forty-five.
    A queer jolt shot through her stomach and straight to the apex of her thighs. “Huh. Not bad.”
    Down girl. The photo had professional written all over it. A white dress shirt opened down his torso, revealing the right amount of chest fur. His sexy half smile made her insides quiver. Probably a fake . Reality could show her a fat, balding man, rolling in money, not afraid to lie and spend a little for affection.
    A sigh escaping, she shook her head. What am I doing? Get off this site! Another sound blip brought her back to the moment. She read his two word message out loud. “You serious?”
    Kerry clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from bursting into raucous laughter. Too busy creating the ad, she hadn’t thought of any response should someone wish to talk to her. But then what had she expected? Supposedly, all the women on here wanted a Sugar Daddy, and the men were exactly that.
    What on earth do I say to him? She typed back a one word answer. “Dead.”
    Mr. Sexy-GQ replied with: LOL.
    A sly grin split her lips, and she rubbed her palms together. “Let’s see what he has to say for himself.”
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    Grayson Nichols shifted in his seat as he enlarged the profile picture of the nearly forty year old woman on his computer screen. The ad itself had been enough to read twice. The photo of her had halted him in his tracks, making his cock twitch in his pants.
    Most women on the site were twenty-something’s looking for a free ride. As a prominent lawyer in Winnipeg, Canada, and part of the social elite, he felt compelled to check it out. A few of his corporate clients had boasted about the website, bragging how it brought them a little companionship with young hotties for a small price—a price they could easily afford when they needed arm candy for a social function.
    Grayson held a private disgust for men who used their wealth that way, and even more for the women who took advantage. Since some of these same men hired his services, he kept his opinions to himself. Then again, these women—and he used the term loosely, considering most of them appeared barely over the age of eighteen—sold themselves to the highest bidder for a chance at the easy life.
    At his age, he could care less about finding anyone to share his life with. Women either wanted him for his money, or his