Match Me if You Dare, page 1
part #2 of Sugar Babies, Inc. Series
Match Me If You Dare
Sugar Babies, Inc. Book 2
By
Stevie MacFarlane
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Match Me If You Dare
Sugar Babies, Inc., Book 2
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Table of Contents:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Epilogue
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Chapter One
Susan made quite an impact on Sam Barringer as he walked to what he hoped would be the newest branch office of his company, Sugar Babies, Inc. After she slammed into him on a bike that was way too big for her, Sam caught his balance just in time to see the small red-haired young woman flip over the handlebars and crash to the pavement. Her messenger bag flew off her shoulder, spilling assorted packages and envelopes. The helmet she wore was lopsided and dented, but at least it had protected her head.
“Geez, mister, why don’t you watch where you’re going?” she demanded as she struggled to her feet. Blood dripped down her arm and she swore loudly as she looked around at the mess.
“I’m sorry, miss. Do you always ride hell bent for election?” Sam asked, taking a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbing at the cut on her elbow.
“I do when I’m late. If I don’t get this shit delivered by one, my ass is grass.”
“I would think getting there in one piece would be a priority,” Sam said as he held the cloth over the gash on her arm.
“Well, keeping this job is my priority, along with little things like food and a roof over my head, crappy as it is,” she replied huffily as she tried unsuccessfully to pull away from Sam’s grip.
“Surely your boss will understand. I think you may need stitches.”
“Surely my boss is a dick and he will fire my ass,” Susan said.
Sam hid his grin and slapped her other hand over the makeshift bandage while he began picking up the contents of her bag and stuffing them inside. For a little shit, she sure was mouthy, he thought. No wonder she found it hard to keep a job. After setting the bag by her feet, he retrieved the bicycle and started to inspect it for damage.
“Look, mister, I don’t mean to be a bitch, but could you hurry it up a little? I don’t have much time.”
“What is your name, young lady?” Sam asked as he tried the brakes.
“Susan Shaughnessy,” she answered. “Why, you planning to sue me?”
“Well that name and the red hair explains the temper. And, no, I don’t plan to sue you,” he said with a grin as he pulled a small knife out of his pocket and used it to tighten her handlebars.
“Good, because for fifty bucks you could buy just about everything I own at the pawn shop,” she said.
For a moment, Sam studied her. She was risky, he knew that right off, but she was also adorable. Even with that mouth, he thought he could find a place for her, and it would certainly be a step up, if everything she told him were true.
“Susan, here’s my card,” he told her as he helped her back onto the bike. Damn, her feet didn’t even come close to the ground. It amazed him that she hadn’t been hurt worse. “If you need any medical attention from this mishap, I want you to call me and I will take care of the expenses. I also want to know if you get fired.”
“Why?” she asked, her green eyes wide.
“Because I said so; I wouldn’t want this little run-in we had to make things difficult for you.”
“Look, mister, I know I bitched, but it was my fault. I hate this fucking bike, and I hate this job, but I can take care of myself.”
Sam raised his eyebrow in disbelief as Susan tried to peddle away. Unfortunately, he still had his big hand on the back of the bike and she couldn’t budge.
Susan tried to stare him down to no avail. Finally she gave in and looked at the card. “Sugar Babies, Inc.,” she read, and then looked at Sam. “What is Sugar Babies, Inc.? A candy store?” Susan snorted. Noticing the serious look on Sam’s face, she slipped the card into her pocket.
“What are you going to do if I do lose my job, Sam?” she asked seriously.
“I’m going to find you a new one,” he answered confidently.
Susan’s laughter surprised him. “Well, Sam, I haven’t been able to hold the same job for more than three months in my entire life, so you might just be hearing from me.”
“I’m not surprised,” Sam replied. “But Susan, if you do call me, I will find you a position, and I can promise you, you won’t be fired.”
“Will I like it?” she asked before she could stop herself, now that her curiosity was peaked.
“Maybe,” Sam replied smiling. “It might just be the perfect position for you, and the benefits are extraordinary.”
“Okay, Sam, you win,” she offered with a wink as he released her bike.
“Susan, be careful,” he called after her, shaking his head when he heard a horn blow as soon as she turned the corner. She’d call; he had no doubt, if she didn’t get herself killed first.
Sugar Babies would have died a premature death but for Sam’s keen ability to quickly assess a person’s character and needs. After climbing the corporate ladder in businesses owned by others, he found himself lonely and frustrated. He watched the marriages of his friends and associates crumble one after another, finally realizing where he was headed if he didn’t make a change. Founding Sugar Babies had been a risk, but as it turned out, one worth taking. The elite matchmaking service was in high demand, but Sam didn’t accept a client unless they had been thoroughly screened and passed with flying colors. They didn’t advertise and preferred to stay under the radar, doing everything in their power to protect the privacy of their wealthy clients. The last thing any of these men needed was another gold-digger trying to get their claws into them or blackmail them for their particular tastes.
Although they catered mainly to men, it was imperative that Sugar Babies insure the well being and security of the women they brought into the organization. Sam often thought of himself as a treasure hunter, of sorts, seeking out overlooked, downtrodden women who just needed a helping hand, whether it was financial, physical or emotional. He and his staff had matched woman from every socioeconomic class, from waitresses and bus drivers to doctors and CEO’s. Several times they had been able to pull women from life-threatening situations and help them establish new lives, careers and nurturing relationships.
Every couple signed a binding contract spelling out the expectations and requirements of each party. These ranged from simple companionship agreements to documents containing specific details regarding sexual arrangements and discipline. Most of these men had been burned multiple times and wanted a relationship where they were the leader, giving loving guidance and firm consequences for misbehavior. As a rule, these men had had enough of being manipulated by beautiful, self-centered women and were looking for a relationship based on mutual commitment and trust. And they were prepared to pay dearly for it.
There was also a very select group of men who were searching for women they could parent in one fashion or another, a way of life known as age-play. This group of clients consisted of Daddies, looking for their own little girl to love and cherish. Sam originally thought these matches would be much more difficult to arrange, but amazingly he found there were plenty of women out there who jumped at the chance to be taken care of. Obviously, the young woman who’d almost run him down would benefit from a little guidance.
Instead of heading straight to the office, Sam decided a cup of coffee was in order after his run-in with the red head. He wanted to think about the feisty little bike messenger, whether she would be a good fit for Sugar Babies.
He found a diner nearby, and the moment he walked in, he was drawn to the woman waiting tables on her own. Young, probably less than twenty-five, she was a tiny little thing. Seated at the very end of the long counter, he was able to observe her easily as she came to take his order. Blonde hair framed a sweet face, and it was impossible not to notice the black eye, despite the amount of make-up she used to conceal it.
“What can I get for you, sir? Would you like a menu?” she asked softly, as though it hurt her lips to speak.
“I’ll have a coffee,” Sam replied as gently as he could, while anger pulsed through him. This girl had been beaten and recently. She winced when she picked up the coffee pot, and it was all he could do not to reach around the counter and take it from her. “What’s your name?”
Before she could answer, a loud voice boomed from the back of the dinner.
“Kelsey, get your skinny butt in here and pick up these orders. I ain’t got all day to wait for your sorry ass to do your job.”
Handing Sam the menu, the girl hurried away. Sam restrained himself, barely, from walking into the kitchen and decking the bigmouth jerk. He would bet money it was the same man who had abused the girl. After about twenty minutes, she came back to refill his cup.
“Have you decided on what you want?”
“Kelsey, who is that man screaming at you like that?”
“That’s Rusty. He owns this place.”
“Did he give you that black eye?” Sam asked, trying not to let his emotions show. He had walked to the restroom and gotten a good look at the jerk. Probably in his mid-fifties, the bald man was large, overweight and just plain dirty. His apron was covered with stains, and they didn’t look fresh. Several teeth were gold capped, and his bulbous nose indicated he had a problem with alcohol or drugs.
“Yeah, but it was my fault,” Kelsey admitted, her voice low. “I dropped four plates last night, and he had to recook all the dinners. He said he would either take it out of my pay or…”
She flushed and didn’t finish the sentence, her head down as she wiped the counter.
“Why do you stay working here?” Sam asked firmly.
“I don’t have a choice. I have no family, and he lets me sleep in the back room. The only thing that scares me is that sometimes he gets drunk and comes back late at night, says he’s just checking up on me.”
“Has he tried to - ?” Sam whispered, sickened by this young girl’s plight.
“No, not yet, but I’ve got a knife under my mattress just in case. I don’t mean to be rude, but why are you asking me all these questions? Are you a cop?” she asked, her eyes growing wide. “Because if you are, I ain’t pressing charges. I’d be out on the street.”
“I haven’t been in town long and I’m just checking things out. I’ve opened and office here and I’m sure I can find you a job. Here’s my card. Keep it some place safe, and call this number when you have a moment to talk. Tell them Sam Barringer told you to make an appointment as soon as possible. They’ll make all the arrangements. How old are you, Kelsey?”
“I’ll be twenty-one next week,” she answered looking at the card carefully. “Sam I don’t have any fancy clothes to wear for a job interview,” she whispered, blushing in shame.
“Kelsey, I don’t care if you wear the uniform you have on now or jeans or a cardboard box. Just make that call, okay?” After placing a five-dollar bill on the counter for his coffee, Sam pressed a fifty into her hand. She handed the bill back to him, shaking her head.
“Okay, Sam, I’ll call. But I can’t take your money.”
Sam thought about pressing the point, but decided to let her get back to her tables before her boss used the delay as an excuse to punish her more.
He walked out hoping Kelsey would call soon; he wasn’t sure she’d make it to her twenty-first birthday if she didn’t. Using his cell, he called his main office.
“Barringer Corporation. How may I direct your call,” a silky female voice answered.
“Erica, this is Sam. I want you to put me through to Jeff, but first I need you to do something for me.”
“Anything for you, Sam,” she said.
“There will be a woman calling for an interview. Her name is Kelsey, and I want you to handle the arrangements. Don’t put her through to Jeff and nothing specific on the position. She’s in a desperate situation and I don’t want to scare her off. Even if she doesn’t take the position, we will find a place for her doing something, anything, but don’t let her fear screw this up. Kid gloves, Erica. Got it?”
“I understand completely, Sam - you’re a softy.”
“If you saw her, you’d feel the same way. Now send me to Jeff.”
“Sugar Babies…”
“Hi, Jeff, it’s Sam. How are things in Atlanta?”
“Fine, Sam. Are you still in New York?”
“Yes, still checking things out, and so far it’s looking good. I think this might be a good area after all. You know I like to keep a low profile, and this is a pretty central location. It’s close enough to the city, but still far enough for anonymity. Our services aren’t exactly main stream.”
“Right, but still in demand nonetheless. I’ve done a couple of interviews this week, and I think at least one of them is interested. A young widow with a baby, she’s just as sweet as can be. The other one is all sass and vinegar. It wouldn’t be hard to place her in a good position at all. The widow will require some serious consideration, as there is a child involved, but with care we should be able to do it.”
“No doubt,” Sam replied. “I’m meeting this afternoon with a real estate agent to look at a property I think might just be the ticket. It’s an older home in a residential area that’s recently been zoned for commerce. Very stately and well kept. I’d be able to use a portion of the house for personal living space until I decide how long I’m staying here. If I decide to move on, I could always rent it out. Get a team together that can move quickly if I decide to go with it. I don’t want to screw around once I make up my mind.”
“Have you ever?” Jeff asked with a chuckle. “I’m on it, Sam. Get back to me and let me know.”
“I will. Talk to you soon.”
Chapter Two
As a rule, Sam moved quickly once he made up his mind and this was no exception. With the help of his real estate agent, Brandy Gordon, a pretty widow, he was able to close on the property within a week.
Dr. Mike Mathews, Sugar Babies staff physician, arrived in town shortly after that, followed by Erica, Sam’s personal assistant. Jeff, his second in command, arrived to assist with the transition and everything went according to plan. Sam was far from a micromanager, but he had made it a point from the very beginning to surround himself with competent, upbeat people. As a result, Sugar Babies ran like a well-oiled machine.
Kelsey Reed, the fragile little waitress, and Susan Shaughnessy had already been interviewed, and both young women were put on the payroll. For the time being, the girls were sharing a two-bedroom suite Brandy Gordon found in an upscale hotel, although neither had been through the orientation process. Frankly, Sam didn’t care if one or both girls decided against a contract with Sugar Babies. The most important thing for him was getting them out of their current situations. After the details were explained to them, if they decided it wasn’t for them, he could use his contacts to find them decent employment. In his mind, they would benefit by taking advantage of what his company had to offer, Susan especially. That girl was a danger to herself and others, and he actually feared for her survival. If ever a young woman needed someone to pull in the reins, it was Susan, and it would take a strong, firm man to accomplish it. Kelsey was such a timid sweetheart; a kind and gentle hand would be all it took to guide her. She needed security and consistency to earn her trust, but the right man could teach her the difference between discipline and abuse over time. The financial freedom both girls would derive from a contract would offer a wide range of options.
He already had a few matches in mind for their consideration, but time would tell. Often the matches he envisioned were not what happened. A shy timid little woman would often choose a large dour man, much to Sam’s surprise, and a bold, mouthy brat of a girl could fall hard and fast for a soft-spoken, refined gentleman. While Sam marveled at their choices, if both parties were in agreement, he didn’t interfere, and was frequently surprised in the subtle ways they brought out the best in each other. Soft-spoken men could find they were quite a bit tougher than they thought when dealing with a feisty undisciplined female, and solemn stern men could learn to laugh and relax with the right match. The first meet-and-greet was already scheduled and he had singles coming from across the state. It should be interesting. In any case, he was pleased with the progress made so far.
