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Sugar Daddy
Sugar Daddy
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Simone White has a problem—her money is about to run out, and, oh yes, she doesn’t start her new job for an entire three weeks. But Simone also has a roommate named Jacque, who suggests that Simone use her beauty to get a rich boyfriend. Simone has to decide between her pride and her need for money.

Will Marcus is a freelance writer who just hit the jackpot thanks to the deal he made with a movie studio to adapt his book into a screen play. His agent persuades him to go out and celebrate. After all, a payday this huge doesn’t come along every day.

Featuring some of his best dialogue ever and his most explicit writing yet, this latest interracial romp from veteran writer Jon Bradbury will keep you turning the pages.

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Release dateDec 12, 2012
ISBN9781771113564
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    Sugar Daddy - Jon Bradbury

    In an every-girl-for-herself world, Simone White looks out for number one. But is the price of success too high?

    Simone White has a problem—her money is about to run out, and, oh yes, she doesn’t start her new job for an entire three weeks. But Simone also has a roommate named Jacque, who suggests that Simone use her beauty to get a rich boyfriend. Simone has to decide between her pride and her need for money.

    Will Marcus is a freelance writer who just hit the jackpot thanks to the deal he made with a movie studio to adapt his book into a screen play. His agent persuades him to go out and celebrate. After all, a payday this huge doesn’t come along every day.

    Featuring some of his best dialogue ever and his most explicit writing yet, this latest interracial romp from veteran writer Jon Bradbury will keep you turning the pages.

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    This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    Sugar Daddy

    Copyright © 2012 Jon Bradbury

    ISBN: 978-1-77111-356-4

    Cover art by Angela Waters

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    Sugar Daddy

    By

    Jon Bradbury

    To the most important person in my life right now, the person reading this book. Hope you enjoy my labor of love, for I truly love to write.

    Chapter 1

    At about a quarter till ten o’clock on a perfectly lovely Friday morning, I walked into the reception area of the office building and crossed the room to the front desk.

    Click. Click. Click. Click.

    The receptionist looked up at me and said, Hi. Can I help you?

    Yes. Hi. My name is Simone White. I have an interview with Dina Johnson at ten. I printed the e-mail from the temp agency, in case you need it.

    That’s fine, hon. The girl turned to her computer and pecked daintily at the keys, then turned to me. Have a seat while I let Dina know you’re here, okay?

    Okay. Thanks.

    I looked around as I crossed the room. It sure was a beautiful lobby. Grey tile floor. On my left, floor to ceiling windows showed a panoramic view of the city. High over my head a ceiling fan turned lazily away.

    I headed over to the corner where a plush black leather couch awaited, sat down and crossed my legs, placing my leather organizer and drawstring purse to my left. On the wall to my left was a huge flat-panel TV, currently showing Headline News. At the back of the room was a set of mahogany double doors set into a peach-colored wall.

    I picked up a glossy magazine from the coffee table, saw Kim Kardashian’s beautiful but way overexposed face on the cover and flipped right past her ass. Sorry, Kim.

    Anyway, I’m Simone. I’ve been unemployed for eleven endless months. Attendance issues tripped me up. One day I had a brain fart and arrived at work ten minutes late. The very next day I lost my job. How’s that for an intro?

    What can I say - I pretty much didn’t care anymore whether I was on time for work or not. I suspect a lot of people feel that way about their jobs these days. The company where I worked had laid off a bunch of people the year before. I found myself doing the very same jobs other people had been hired to do, in addition to my own job. My wages remained right where they were, strangely enough.

    No matter how I’d arrived at this point, the result was the same. No job. And no more money coming in. I had quite a bit of money stashed away in a savings account, but I was shocked to discover how quickly I spent it, compared to how long it took me to save it.

    Then I got the e-mail from the temp agency Monday morning. One e-mail led to another, which led to a phone call, and so here I was on this perfectly lovely Friday morning.

    I was dressed to impress in a black knee-length long-sleeved wrap-style dress with a sash belt, shimmering sheer pantyhose and the best pair of knee-high tall black stiletto dress boots I owned. They weren’t even real leather, but when I put them on and zipped them up, they fit nice, looked smooth and polished, and most importantly, I could walk around in them all day if I needed to.

    My hair was in its naturally curly state, just brushing my shoulders, giving me a softness I wasn’t exactly feeling at the moment. My makeup was simple - powder, lipstick and mascara. My nails hadn’t seen the inside of a salon in ages, but I did what I could on my own with an emery board.

    The e-mail from the agency said the job was temporary, but it would be better than nothing. It was even in my field, taking orders and checking the status of orders. Calling customers about their orders if any issues came up. Call center customer service work, in other words. It sucked but what can I say, it was a possible job that wasn’t going to India, and I was good at it. The job was supposed to last through the Christmas rush and into January, for all the inevitable returns and exchanges. And it might even lead to something permanent

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