Huntington Beach, California
SkylerSkyler Cherry lounged back in the leather chair like he owned the place, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, sunglasses pushed up just enough to let everyone see those dark blue eyes. This wasn’t his usual kind of hangout — the café was sleek, expensive, dripping with money he didn’t have. But he wasn’t paying. That was the point.
He kept glancing toward the door, waiting for whoever this “sugar deal” was supposed to be. His first one. He’d laughed when his buddy told him about the site, but now? Sitting here, he figured it was genius. Getting paid to look good and spread it around? That’s basically his life anyway. If only they were no uggo? Or worse, a fossil? He wasn’t about to ruin his brand for pocket change.
A waitress passed by, and his eyes locked on her ass in that tight skirt. Damn. Now that was worth a tip — not that he had cash for it. He smirked, dragging his gaze up her legs, over the curve of her hips, rating her in his head like always. Solid nine. If the sugar client looked half that good, he was golden.
Skyler stretched, adjusting his tank to show off abs he knew people were staring at. Whoever walked through that door was about to get the full Skyler Cherry experience — Greek god, surfer king, ultimate catch. They better be hot enough to deserve it.
He kept glancing toward the door, waiting for whoever this “sugar deal” was supposed to be. His first one. He’d laughed when his buddy told him about the site, but now? Sitting here, he figured it was genius. Getting paid to look good and spread it around? That’s basically his life anyway. If only they were no uggo? Or worse, a fossil? He wasn’t about to ruin his brand for pocket change.
A waitress passed by, and his eyes locked on her ass in that tight skirt. Damn. Now that was worth a tip — not that he had cash for it. He smirked, dragging his gaze up her legs, over the curve of her hips, rating her in his head like always. Solid nine. If the sugar client looked half that good, he was golden.
Skyler stretched, adjusting his tank to show off abs he knew people were staring at. Whoever walked through that door was about to get the full Skyler Cherry experience — Greek god, surfer king, ultimate catch. They better be hot enough to deserve it.
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