Part 3The University Sugar Baby

That night, Eason arrived at my villa.

To my surprise, his medical report was spotless. Clean, healthy, not a single issue.

Unlike last time, he wasn’t covered in flashy, fake logos. He was dressed simply: a white t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. His hair, previously shellacked with gel, fell softly over his eyes. Ms. Evans had probably told him to copy Leo’s style.

I frowned, but before I could say anything, he'd pulled his shirt off.

A chiseled eight-pack, perfectly defined. I wondered if it was real.

He chuckled. "Boss, you don't like this look, do you?" he asked. "Me neither."

With a surprising familiarity, he stepped closer and plucked the hair tie from my wrist. I flinched, feeling for a second like I was being hit on by some street punk. But he just used it to pull his semi-long hair back into a small bun at the nape of his neck.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he added, "You hungry, boss? I can go down... and whip something up for you."

The breath I’d just released hitched in my throat.

He saw my housekeeper leaving the kitchen with a trash bag and sighed dramatically. "Looks like you've already eaten."

I caught his meaning and hesitated. "You haven't eaten, have you? Do you want..."

Before I could finish, he chirped, "Thanks!" He even came up with an excuse. "Gotta fuel up so I can serve you better later."

"..."

He proceeded to make and devour three bowls of noodles like a man starved. I glanced at his file again; he couldn't be that broke, could he?

"There's steak in the fridge," I offered.

Eason shook his head. "No steak. I have to earn my keep before I get paid."

I understood. And for a moment, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction. I'd definitely made the right call. I needed someone who was hungry for this, in every sense of the word.

Thirty minutes later, I regretted everything.

The clean scent of his body wash enveloped me. The initial awkwardness melted into a searing heat that left no room for thought.

And Eason, ever the professional, made sure to provide emotional support.

"Damn, boss, you're gorgeous. I'm the one getting lucky here."

"Claudia... this is incredible."

I felt myself cheapen, like I'd just hired a farmhand for the night.

The feeling lasted until the next morning.

"Did you take something?" I asked, my voice hoarse with exhaustion.

"What?" Eason blinked. "Oh! Yeah, I took ten. Just for you."

Right.

He hadn't taken anything. He was just bullshitting me to show what a diligent employee he was.

Finally, at two in the afternoon, I dragged my aching body out of bed. I had a meeting I couldn't postpone; I'd have to crawl to the office if necessary.

As I was getting dressed, I heard Eason speak from the bed.

"Boss," he said, his voice soft. "Can you get me into acting?"