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  SUGAR MAMA

  Tuesday Morrigan

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  Sugar Mama

  Tuesday Morrigan

  This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Copyright © May 2008 by Tuesday Morrigan

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  ISBN 978-1-59632-685-9

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  Printed in the United States of America

  Editor: Crystal Esau

  Cover Artist: Croco Designs

  Chapter One

  Sweet Temptation

  Theodora jumped at the sound of his rough baritone voice. It came from across the room, but it felt like it was sliding over her skin. Goose bumps broke out across her nape and a tingling sensation of pleasure shot through her. Her tongue glided across her plump bottom lip as she watched him interact with one of the waitresses.

  He was good with people. It was one of the first things she’d noticed about him.

  That and his hands.

  He had great hands. Long, slightly thick fingers and wide, masculine palms.

  She couldn’t help but imagine those fingers on her flesh. Talented, blunt, golden fingers teasing her warm chocolate breasts. Theodora bit her bottom lip in sexual frustration as she watched him hand the waitress a dessert plate heaping with a slice of her infamous coconut chocolate three layer cake.

  She was chagrined when she realized her nipples had instantly hardened and her palms were starting to sweat. She was a horny sixteen-year-old all over again.

  Apparently her status in high school still haunted her. She would always feel like that overweight girl who couldn’t attract the attention of the hot guy.

  Damn!

  Once a chubby nerd, always a chubby nerd. She wiped her sweaty palms down her jeans pant leg and flashed a smile at the customer asking her opinion of what was best at the Sweet Shoppe. She answered the young man without taking her eyes off of him. The customer turned to his date and asked her what she thought of the choices Theodora had mouthed off without thinking. The act gave her a little more time to watch Alejandro, give him her undivided attention.

  She really had it bad!

  He patted the shoulder of one of the waiters before turning in her direction. Theodora immediately felt her body come alive.

  Oh Lord, she thought before bending low and scooping some of the strawberry cheesecake gelato into a medium container. She smiled at the customer as she handed him and his girlfriend the sweet confection.

  “Evening, Theodora,” he said before grabbing one of the red aprons from the peg in the corner.

  “Good evening,” she said without looking him in the eye. She started to turn and walk into the back room when he stepped in her way.

  “Good evening, Theodora Adams.” The smirk on his handsome face told her he was enjoying her discomfort. She hated the fact that he was a) doing it on purpose and b) knew he could get a rise out of her.

  Bastard, she thought as she stared at his sneakers. I’m too old for this shit!

  Alejandro teased her and only her. He never once even looked at the other girls the way he looked at her. It should have made her feel special. It only made her feel more self-conscious.

  Alejandro was young, sexy, and handsome. He could have any woman in the world and he chose to target his devastating comments at her.

  Maybe he was deranged.

  She couldn’t help wondering if he teased her because she was safe. With the other female employees he would have to worry about following through with his innuendos. Or maybe he just got a kick out of torturing a woman who should know better.

  Theodora looked him in the eye for a few seconds before responding. “Good evening, Alejandro Alba. Now will you get out of my way?” she said with one raised eyebrow.

  “For you, boss, I’d do a lot more than that,” he teased. His accent was strong, thick, and dark like molasses. Even though she was emotionless on the outside, her body was singing and humming to every syllable he had uttered. Her heart raced, her skin itched, her belly refused to stay still. If that wasn’t enough, her panties were damp.

  With one smug look the bastard had set her thong on fire.

  When she didn’t respond to his blatant sexual innuendo he shrugged one large muscular shoulder before leaving her path.

  The moment Theodora closed the back room door behind her she breathed out a sigh of relief before sagging against the cool wood.

  He was getting more brazen. The teasing, sexual comments were not only coming more frequently, they were getting more overt and steamier.

  It was as though he was trying to punish her. She wasn’t sure what she had done wrong, but she was definitely serving her time.

  Either that or Alejandro was trying to break her down. Every time he said something that bordered on indecent she felt her resistance wither away.

  If he kept it up, Theodora was going to throw her little five feet two body at his six feet three frame and take him for all he was worth.

  She lifted her gaze to the sky before breathing out a sigh of relief. This was Alejandro’s last quarter at school. Soon he would have his MBA and then he would be looking for a real job, something that could pay for more than his groceries.

  And when that happened she wouldn’t have anything to look forward to in the morning. As much as she hated to admit it, she woke up every morning hoping that Alejandro would be working on her shift.

  “Damned if you do, damned if you don’t,” she muttered to herself before striding over to the back fridge.

  “Damned if you do what?”

  Theodora almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of Betsy’s voice. “Jesus Christ,” she said in a breathless gasp as she held one palm against her rapidly pounding heart. “Thanks for shaving ten years off my life. Unlike you I appreciated those years.”

  “Damned if you do what, Theo?” said the seventeen-year-old waitress.

  Theodora eyed the perky brunette before continuing her steps to the refrigerator. At thirty-five, Theodora wasn’t what one would consider old, but since she kept surrounding herself with pubescent teens, she felt like Old Mother Goose.

  She might have to implement an age requirement just so she could start feeling her age.

  “What are you talking about?” Theo called over her shoulder before bending low and pulling the freshly made Boston cream pie from the refrigerator.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Betsy, what are you talking about?”

  “I don’t know anymore,” Betsy said before turning and walking out of the back room.

  The moment Betsy walked out, Theodora breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness teenagers had the attention spans of gnats.

  I am re
ally going to have to stop becoming everyone’s friend, especially my employees’ friend, she thought as she carried the large Boston cream pie to the storefront.

  The moment she kicked open the back door, Alejandro was there, taking the pie from her hands. His hands brushed against hers and she immediately felt her body tighten with desire.

  She gave him a brittle smile before turning away and rushing over to the ordering counter to help the next customer in line. But Theodora didn’t turn around quick enough to miss Alejandro’s flashing smile and the knowing look in his eyes.

  He knew she wanted him.

  The end of the semester couldn’t come soon enough.

  * * * * *

  She hated the nights when they closed together. Unfortunately those nights were occurring more often than ever since Alejandro had changed his schedule. She flipped down the clipboard hanging on the wall and felt a tiny spark of savage satisfaction rush through her when the board banged against the wall.

  It wasn’t her imagination.

  She and Alejandro had closed the last three nights in a row. Tonight would make it number four. And the week before had been the same.

  She was going to have to have a talk with her assistant, Eunice. Theodora had given her the task of scheduling the employees since she was no good at it. She made a mental note to ask Eunice not to schedule her and Alejandro together anymore.

  The dark nights and the romantic dessert shop atmosphere made Theodora all the more anxious when she was alone with Alejandro. She always worried that she would do something inappropriate and live to regret it.

  “Can I taste your pie?”

  His words thundered through her mind. For a second she couldn’t process anything but the tempting melody of his unusual accent, a heady mix of his Columbian and Korean heritage with just the tiniest hint of well-bred New Englander.

  “Can I taste your pie?” he said again. This time he was closer to her, close enough that the sweet scent of his mint tinted breath wafted over her skin.

  “What?” she asked once her mind started working. Ever since Alejandro began working at the Candy Drop Sweet Shoppe, her mind had gone from pristine to downright dirty. She couldn’t help but picture his head between her mocha thighs.

  He couldn’t have meant what she thought he meant.

  “Can I taste your pie?” he said for the third time. The glittering twinkle in his eyes told Theodora that Alejandro knew exactly what he was doing to her libido. What wicked thoughts his words conjured up.

  She gave a throaty cough before glaring at him. “Excuse me?” she said in the most sugary voice she could manage. In her mind she drummed up the image of a second grade teacher scolding a student.

  “Your Boston cream pie, can I have a slice?”

  She stared at him for a moment, trying to think of a polite way of asking him if he’d purposely made that sexual innuendo. She’d prefer to know whether she was really losing it.

  I can’t wait to go home to my vibrator, Theodora thought before turning and walking over to the back refrigerator. When she reached the desserts, he was there by her side, picking it up from the shelf. She didn’t even attempt to reach for it.

  When Alejandro started working for her, Theodora found that she never even got the chance to pick up any of the larger desserts that Candy Drop specialized in, let alone lug around any of the heavy machinery she had gotten used to carrying. Alejandro was like a knight in tarnished armor.

  Theodora went through her thoughts and realized that she was starting to characterize him. It was as if every day she fell deeper into his spell. If she didn’t do something soon, she would end up bruised when he left for greener and better pastures.

  Tonight when she got home she was going to check her profile on LoversLane.com. Maybe she had been too hasty when she had turned down those requests to get to know her better.

  With half of her mind on trying to decide which one of the men she had rejected could come out of her Lover’s Lane trash bin, Theodora picked up a large, sharp, specialized pie knife and cut a slice of her infamous Boston cream pie for Alejandro. He held out a dessert plate for her and without looking she placed the triangle of pie in the center of the plate.

  “You would think you had been doing this your whole life.”

  She gave a soft laugh before turning to him. “Yeah, you never would guess that I spent ten years in corporate America.”

  “No, but then again you are a talented woman,” he said before flashing Theodora an intimate smile.

  Theodora watched mesmerized as Alejandro forked off a piece of the cream pie and held it to his closed lips. She felt her breathing deepen and her eyes widen with peaking arousal when he slid it between his plump lips.

  Her wet pink tongue slid against her bottom lip and she was suddenly hungry, ravenous to taste the cream that clung to the corner edge of his full Cupid’s bow top lip. His tongue, wet and silky, snaked out and captured the cream before disappearing into his mouth.

  “Sweet and filling,” he said. The look in his glittering cognac eyes was intoxicating.

  Theodora had to grind her back teeth to keep from groaning out loud. It was almost too much to ask to keep her hands to herself. It was certainly too much to ask to demand that she keep her mind out of the gutter.

  Hell, I might need to pick up a new vibrator, she thought before taking a deep breath.

  She gave him a brittle smile. “You really should stop with the teasing. A girl could get the idea that you were actually interested,” she said flippantly before trying to walk past him.

  She watched him swallow the piece of pie and take a step toward her. His voice was husky and thick. “Maybe a guy is trying to let a girl know that he really is interested.”

  Theodora quirked one eyebrow, gave him a harsh smile, and then turned to place the pie back on the shelf in the back room refrigerator.

  He captured her shaking hands. Theodora groaned and closed her eyes. She could do without seeing the knowing look in his cognac eyes. She knew he had to have noticed her uneasiness. It rode on every inch of her skin. She felt like a caged animal with his breadth surrounding her. Her eyes opened but her nervous gaze darted away from his penetrating one.

  “What makes you think I want to be your sugar mama?” she shot back impulsively.

  Alejandro took a menacing step forward, further caging her. “The Internet,” he said slowly, drawing out the words.

  Her head snapped up at his words. “What the hell are you talking about?” she asked in a harsh whisper. For some reason she didn’t dare raise her voice. Maybe because she was afraid that saying the words out loud would reveal her secret.

  “I saw your page on LoversLane.com, Theodora.”

  The moment the words were out of his mouth, Theodora closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She could feel her face heating up. She silently thanked God for melanin, because without it her face would be as red as a cherry. She felt herself dying in mortification under his hard, glittering glaze.

  “I know that you’re looking for a younger man.”

  Theo’s eyes snapped open and widened at his words. She took a cautious step away from him and found herself backed up against the cold brick wall.

  “Just because I picked a large age bracket doesn’t mean I am looking for a younger man. I also checked the forty to fifty age bracket.”

  He took another step forward. Theodora immediately took a calming deep breath. Too late she realized her mistake. Alejandro was so close that his scent was in the air, on her tongue, and in her lungs.

  He was so close Theodora could count the individual hairs of the rough stubble that shadowed the lower half of his face. She could tell Alejandro did not shave that morning. He had more than a five o’clock shadow.

  And she was dying to feel the scrape of his stubble against her palm, against the sensitive skin of her neck as he nuzzled her or better yet against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs as he lapped at the desire that ran like a stream from her s
heath whenever she thought of him.

  “I know you want me,” he whispered before reaching and running a hand through the black strands of her micro braids. “And I want you.” His other arm snaked behind Theodora’s back and pulled her to him.

  She moved less than a foot but it felt like a chasm. The insecurity and embarrassment she had felt with her back against the wall felt like a campfire compared to the volcano of tumultuous emotions coursing through her as she clung to his broad, muscled chest.

  Yes, she wanted him, like she had never wanted a man before. But there was a world of difference between the two of them. Lust could not bridge that gap.

  Alejandro was twenty-six. She was thirty-five.

  He was a graduate student. She had left the corporate world two years ago.

  She wanted to get married and have children very, very soon. He was young and unsettled.

  She was African American. He was half Korean, half Columbian.

  Last, but certainly not least, she was his employer. She could not cross that line. She could already see herself in court denying charges of sexual harassment.

  “Alejandro.” The word was supposed to come out stern and firm. Instead, even to her own ears, she sounded breathless and needy. Her scolding had somehow turned into a begging supplication for something unknown somewhere between her mind and mouth.

  As if to answer her plea, his hands lowered from the small of her back to settle against the full, rounded cheeks of her ass. And then he squeezed. He massaged and caressed her bottom.

  Theodora had never been one for petting, but she suddenly realized he could pet her into an orgasm.

  It was as if he had placed cayenne pepper in her veins. She was on fire, on fire for him.

  “Good God,” she moaned a second before his firm lips pressed against hers.

  Chapter Two

  Just Desserts

  Theodora stood on the curb outside of the restaurant and reconsidered Alejandro’s sanity. It had suddenly become very clear to her that he was sorely lacking it. He had to be crazy if he thought she was about to enter the restaurant like it wasn’t one of the most expensive, renowned eateries in the region.