Page 38 of Flipping His Script
Still, his attitude grated. "So this is all about your image? Is that it?"
"If that's what you wanna call it."
"What wouldyoucall it?"
"Being smart."
Back in the day, Iusedto be smart. In high school, I'd gotten mostly A’s. Even in college – yeah, I went for three whole years – I did pretty well for myself.
But that was before the money ran out and my life became so stupidly consumed with survival, not just my own, but Becka's too. The only reasonshewas taking classes was because I absolutely insisted on it.
If it were just me, maybe I could've gotten past all of this. I could've finished college, moved away, gotten a better job.
I definitely wouldn't be working at the waffle placeorliving in a town where everyone could see just how far I'd fallen.
But my mom was still refusing to move, and so was Becka – not because she loved it here, but because she refused to leave my mom.And me?I couldn’t leave Becka to handle the burden on her own.
So here I was – trapped in limbo.
Still, there was a part of me – a very small and selfish part of me – that found the idea of getting away from it all, if only for a few months, oddly appealing.
How messed up was that?
Of course, it would be a lotmoreappealing if I weren't dealing with Flynn Archer in the process.
I gave him a pointed look. "Where'syourbedroom?"
He flicked his head to the right. "End of the hall."
The way it looked, we had several bedrooms between us.That was good, right?
But then, I felt my gaze narrow. Like an idiot, I'd been almost ready to agree to something that we'd never discussed. I heard myself say, "If I'm staying, I want a raise."
His eyebrows lifted. "A raise."
"Yes. A raise." I met his gaze without flinching. "I mean, when we talked, you didn't say it was for nights, too."
"Andyoudidn't say it was a problem."
"Yeah, because you never asked."
Back in Flynn's car, he'd offered me what had sounded like a fortune – ten thousand dollars a month. After the four-month stint, I'd have forty thousand dollars.
To Flynn, this was probably pocket change. But to me, it was a ton of money. Maybe I was stupid for demanding a raise, but I was getting a bad feeling about all of this.
Flynn hated me, even more than I realized. That much was obvious.
And if I gave in onthis, I'd be setting myself up for who-knows-what down the road.
Besides, he wasn't theonlyone who could change the rules.
He gave me a long calculating, look. "And what are you gonna givemein return?"
Well, not my body, that's for sure.
Good thing, considering he didn't want it.
Setting asidethathumiliation, I said, "I shouldn’thaveto give you anything. You're the one who added something extra."
