Free Sugar Baby by Erin Pim

eight.”
    â€œEight only? You’re going to have to fill out the comment portion on that one!!” I redden, but maybe it’s the champagne.
    â€œWell... I would like to please you. Like, really please you.”
    â€œYou do.”
    â€œI mean, really please...”
    â€œI know what you mean,” he laughs. “Can you trust me in saying, that it doesn’t matter to me? And I like our sex life exactly as it is?”
    â€œIt matters to me. Think of it as doing it for me, then.”
    â€œWe’ll see,” he says, touching my face. I want to ask why, but it seems to be a sensitive area. Something an SB shouldn’t ask of her SD. “Overall grade?”
    â€œA.”
    â€œRoom for improvement, then?”
    â€œOnly slightly,” I chuckle. I lean forward, giving him a soft kiss. “How about me, then? Dare I ask?”
    â€œNo. I could never evaluate you in such a manner.”
    â€œBut, I had to do it!”
    â€œI know... I feel awful for tricking you,” he jokes. I slap him across the arm.

Chapter Nine
    â€œSo, you’re opening a cafe?”
    â€œYes. In about a month, hopefully!”
    â€œShit! That’s amazing!” Jeremy exclaims. And, after a pause. “Is that why you’ve been so weird lately?”
    â€œYes! Yes. That’s exactly why!”
    â€œWow. Well. Congrats!” He gives me an awkward hug with his spindly frame, and I let out a huge breath in his arms. He’s a good friend; at least, the closest thing to a friend I have right now, and I’ve felt really bad about keeping everything from him. It’s almost pained me to see his face everyday. But, everything is coming together, just like Stephen said.
    â€œDo you mind helping me with this?” I ask, referring to the Souffle Al Cioccolato. He looks at me affectionately, but I don’t mind.
    â€œSure. Should I do the whites or the chocolate?”
    â€œWhites, please!” I say in a jokey high pitched voice, batting my eyelashes. It’s the tougher of the two jobs; not that perfectly tempering chocolate in out double boiler is a cake walk. I already have the eggs separated, so he gets started hand whipping them. Within minutes, they’re beginning to thicken, and alongside, he’s beginning to sweat.
    â€œMan, is this why your arms are so cut?”
    â€œUhh, probably! And kneading bread!” I laugh. Despite having good muscle memory from when I was athletic, the only cardio I get nowadays is in bed, with Stephen.
    â€œThis is good, though. I’ve been wanting to get more into desserts lately. Chef is going to put me on some of your shifts, I think.”
    â€œHe isn’t going to hire for this station? That’s great.”
    â€œYeah! I dunno. I volunteered to make the switch, though.”
    â€œHmm. Well, if you’re interested...” I trail off, considering it.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œYou could come work at my cafe. I’ll need another pastry chef. It might only be part time at first, but...”
    â€œSure!”
    â€œReally?”
    â€œYeah! Of course. You’d be a great boss.”
    â€œWell... Great! I’m drafting up a schedule for training this weekend.”
    â€œCool.”
    â€œCool,” I say, relieved that I’ve got one more thing accomplished. My restaurant will be a great showcase for Jeremy’s natural talents, and I already know we work together well.
    Now that I’m in the space, I hit the ground running. I have the place cleaned, prepped, and painted by the end of the week. Stephen takes me out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate, and finally buys me a nice pair of shoes. Black and strappy, with a four inch heel.
    â€œTo us!”
    â€œTo you!” Stephen clarifies. We get absolutely sauced on champagne, and I take off my new shoes and tease his cock with my stockinged foot under the table. We share a dessert, putting forkfuls in each others’