Page 41 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
Good, because I wasn’t going to.
“And, I know he can come off as a little brash…”
That was an understatement.
“But he really is a good guy.”
That made me snort. “I’m sure Kash is an angel.” Angel of lust, maybe. “How do I know you’re not just trying to get me to hook up with him?”
After all, she was his so-called reference.
“Why would I do that?”
Why would she walk into someone’s house uninvited, or check on a girl she left alone with psychopaths? Everything she’d done up to this point made no sense.
“All I’m saying is you could use his interest in you to your advantage. Kash isn’t a bad guy to have on your side.”
“Why should I believe you? If Issac can make people go bankrupt and go missing, why wouldn’t Kash be afraid of them? What’s so special about him?”
“His family owns Murphy Media.”
Oh, well, I couldn’t argue that. Murphy Media was a massive corporation that even I had heard of. Half of the movies I watched were made by them, not to mention the various social media and news outlets they owned. If Kash’s family owned that company, then I could see why he wasn’t afraid of Issac.
Screwing with someone who had that much power would be almost impossible. It would take seconds for Kash to ruin Issac’s reputation on a global scale.
“Murphy Media?”
“Yup,” Rachel confirmed. “Not even Levi’s royal title could touch the Murphy family’s status. Kash has more money than God.”
We would come back to Levi’s royal title later.
“That doesn’t mean I want to be friends with him.” I didn’t want to be friends with her. I didn’t know why she was sitting here right now. Why couldn’t she leave me in peace to shower and cry alone? Was that too much to ask?
“Why not? It looks to me like you could use a couple of friends.”
I was feeling lonely and thought about making a friend, but this wasn’t what I had in mind. I didn’t trust Rachel, and I trusted Kash even less. “Why do you care?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “You remind me of Kathy, I guess. If I had helped her a little more, then maybe she would still be here.”
Ah, so it was guilt. I knew it had to be something. Someone who looked like Rachel, with her manicured fingers and pretty smile, didn’t talk to someone who looked like me. She probably had a closet full of cocktail dresses, whereas I owned three pairs of shoes, all of which were practical, not stylish.
“So, what do you say?’ Rachel tipped her head. “Will you let me help you?”
Help from the make-out queen, or give up and go home? Neither option seemed very appealing, except getting my degree was all I ever wanted. I didn’t need help for that. If I kept my head down and went to my classes, I should be fine.
I suddenly pictured the lone antelope straggling from the herd while the lions crept up in the grass.
Damnit.
Huffing out a sigh, I grumbled, “Fine.”
“Yay!” Rachel jumped up and clapped her hands. “You won’t regret this. We’re going to have so much fun, you’ll see. There’s a frat party next Friday night… you’ll need a dress, but don’t worry, I have lots…”
Frat party? Oh, hell no. I was not doing that. “Yeah, I was thinking more like a coffee once a month friendship.” Even that might be too much.
“Don’t you worry…” She stopped and tipped her head. “What’s your name?”
This friendship was off to a great start. “Georgia.”
