“Fuck it. I need a stock boy. Daddy needs a new pair of everything.”

You sighed as you ran your fingers through your hair. Everything in this store looks amazing! And it’s all designer! You needed everything in this store.

Your eyes went to the tall, chiseled, muscular, dark haired man who came out in a tight black polo shirt, tight black slacks. He looked delicious. He flexed his arms a little before slipping his hands into his pockets. You eyed his watch, his Rolex.

“At your service sir.”

You nodded and snapped your fingers to grab his attention.