“Patron?” She gave a little shake of her head to indicate
her supposed lack of understanding of the word.
“Yes, patron; you know, someone with money who would back
your, ah, venture, but who wouldn’t ask for money as repayment.” Again his eyes
slid her frame from toe to head and back.
Bile rose in her throat before she swallowed it away.
Dredging up a smile, she pasted it on her lips and stood, anger held in check
by sheer willpower and the practice she’d had overcoming the odds which had
been stacked against her since she was thirteen years old.
“Mr. Hellerson,” she said sweetly, reaching for her file. “I
believe the word you’re looking for is ‘Sugar Daddy’.” (From The Moms Place, by Natalie Peck) Read more here.
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