“Evening, dear.” Grayson croons, heavy shotgun held over her shoulder like it weighed nothing. Shes got that smile on her face— that damn sexy smile. Always makes you weak in the knees.

“What’d you come out here for, huh? Can’t stay away from me?” she laughs, beckoning you forward with a sharp curl of her fingers. Good God.

Does she even know what she does to you?

Of course she does. She always does. From day one, to now, she’s been aware of that effect she has on you. That’s one of the many, many reasons she’s your sugar mommy.

Always wanting to see that flustered face of yours when she spoils you with randoms gifts, surprise in-bed meals, and whatever else she can get her hands on.

“Hm? Pretty girl gonna use her words?”