In Search of Bookcases
Whenever I’d thought about sugar daddies in the past, I’d always envisioned gross, wrinkly old guys, dripping with tasteless jewellery and wearing clothes far too young for them.
All that changed when I met Declan. He mooched into the furniture department of the upmarket West London department store I was working in and altered my perception forever.
He was impeccably dressed in a designer suit and as he drew closer to me, I felt my eyebrows raise of their own accord. He really was s*x on a stick. He was clearly loaded—hello, he was in this department store, wearing that suit—but he was no diva. He had no entourage, no harassed-looking assistant. It was just him, shopping.
Or at least I guessed he’d be shopping. Men don’t often wander knowingly into my furniture
