Page 6 of Filthy Business (Obsessive Age Gap #1)

Magnus

She was sharp-witted, careful with money, and so fucking sweet it almost made me weep. I knew there was something about this young woman, and it wasn’t all about her sexy curves and tailored clothes.

As she worked her way through dessert, I decided to blurt it all out—weeks of need finally breaking me down.

“Mmm. I don’t care how much this was. It is worth every bite,”

she said like a sugar junkie.

“So… I know it’s hard in London. Someone mentioned an arrangement between someone like me and someone like you,”

I said carefully.

She stared up at me, wide-eyed.

“Arrangement?”

she asked, sounding skeptical.

“Hear me out. It wouldn’t affect work at all. You’re not even on my floor. You see, I’m just finalising my divorce and I’m a little out of sorts. I need something more.”

She stuck the fork in her mouth and pulled it out clean. My eyes lingered on her lips.

“Go on,”

she said, but her eyes were alight with curiosity—and something else.

Then she licked her lips. Just one slow slide of her tongue. I glanced at her eyes, and they were dilated. It could be the wine.

No.

She was attracted to me.

“Have you heard of—”

I paused and cleared my throat.

“The sugar daddy arrangement?”

“I was in uni,”

she said with a small shrug.

That was a relief. I wouldn’t need to explain it all.

“Oh. Oh. You mean?”

She gasped, then whispered, “You and me? Us.

Oh, fuck. Too soon.

I gave her a quick nod.

“Do you mean money or sex?”

she finally asked.

“Everything. Your own apartment, a monthly allowance, shopping, dinner—and yes. Sex.”

Lots and lots of glorious, hot-as-fuck, filthy, nasty, messy, dirty sex.

I got carried away just looking at Iris.

“I mean… it would help me get out of my student debt,”

she said, but frowned.

“It’s not very ethical though. Exploiting one another.”

No. Exploit the fuck out of me.

“It would be nice to date again. In a safe environment. Twenty-six years was a long time.”

I hoped I didn’t sound like a desperate old man. I toyed with my napkin before glancing up at her again.

There was no revulsion.

Holy shit.

She was considering it.

“Can I sleep on it?”

she asked, nibbling the corner of her lip.

“Of course you can. I would never do anything you felt uncomfortable with,”

I said, scratching my head.

“It’s just… you’re the first woman I’ve been attracted to like this—well, I don’t remember it ever being this… intense.”

“Oh.”

“Look, it was just a thought. A crazy thought,”

I added as panic began to set in.

“No, I do think you’re attractive, but with work—”

“No one will ever know. I promise you. We can have a contract if that would make you feel safe,”

I said, mulling it over. That made sense—to have all the terms laid out.

“That sounds logical,”

she said, looking down at her fork as she twirled it in slow circles.

Contracts usually meant business deals.

This was filthy business.

But probably the best contract I would ever draft.

If she agreed.

***

I messaged Benedict to pick up the damn phone before I called him. He answered on the first ring.

“Hit me with it,”

he said in a bored voice.

I pursed my lips, but he was my oldest friend.

“I did it. I asked her to consider having me as a sugar daddy.”

“No way! You fucking liar. You didn’t. Did you? Fuck. You probably did. You’ve not had your dick wet since 2012. Okay. I need to calm down. What did she say?”

I began pacing, waving my hand about as I told him everything. The more I talked, the crazier it all sounded.

“Oh fuck. She’s going to call the police on me, isn’t she?”

“Uh. Actually, I don’t think so, mate,”

he said, then paused.

“I think she’s seriously going to consider it. Student loans and interest are no joke nowadays. Rent in London is atrocious.”

“Hmm. She does live in a shithole with two other roommates.”

“This is why people are probably turning to OnlyFans.”

“What’s that?”

“Never mind. You’re not divorced yet, so this is still classed as an affair.”

I rolled my eyes.

“And you think Leona hasn’t stepped out on me while I buried myself in work? I’m not a complete moron.”

“The opinions would be divided on that front.”

“If I wanted abuse, I would’ve called Leona.”

He snickered.

“You did the right thing. Just don’t go falling in love and marry the next girl you fuck.”

“Says the person who tried to hit on his divorce lawyer.”

“This is why I don’t answer your calls.”

Silence.

“Hello? Hello?”

I checked my screen and saw the dickhead had hung up on me.

After a few deep breaths, I opened the laptop and began drafting a contract. I created a tick-box for what Iris would feel comfortable with. If she wanted to take it slowly, I’d accommodate her.

I didn’t expect her to jump on my dick after one dinner.

That would be wishful thinking on my part.