Page 88 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
“Yes.”
He groaned and bit down on his bottom lip. “Down time?”
“Of course,” I said while leaning away from him.
Something lit up in his eyes. “What about bathroom trips?”
“Yes, when I have class.” Either I was misreading the situation or was Kash getting off on my organizational skills?
“I will give you fifty grand to let me fuck you behind that bookshelf.”
My palm cracked off his cheek. “I am not a prostitute.” I’d never been more insulted in my life.
Kash took my slap, sucked in a breath and sat back. “I deserved that.”
Yes, he did.
“Would a hundred grand change your mind?”
“No.” But my textbook cracking off the side of his head might knock some manners into him. “You can’t buy people.”
“Yeah,” he shook his head. “That’s not my experience.”
That was actually kind of sad. “Well, I’m sorry, but I have too much integrity to sell myself.”
“That’s okay. I’ll forgive you.”
That wasn’t a real apology. Could he not tell that? Did I not say it sarcastically enough? Whatever, I didn’t have the patience for this conversation.
“Well, if you don’t mind…” Attempting to ignore Kash, I went back to reading my textbook.
“Sorry,” Rachel apologized as if I was doing something wrong by studying. “Georgia’s all about grades.”
Shouldn’t everyone at Renfrew be all about their grades? That was the entire point of college.
“There’s nothing wrong with that.” Kash waved dismissively at her. “My brother would be ecstatic if I had half the drive she does.”
That caught my attention. “You have a brother?”
Was there another Murphy walking around campus, making appointments that I had to worry about?
“I have four brothers.”
There were five Murphy men? That was a terrifying thought. “Do they go here too?”
“No,” He shook his head. “Keaton, Karson, and Killian already graduated, and Kael’s still in high school.”
Wow, that was a lot of Ks. “I hope you guys don’t look alike. That would make things really confusing.”
Mortification rolled through me as I slapped my hands over my mouth. I did not mean to make fun of his family. Thankfully, Kash chuckled at my blurted-out comment.
“We have similarities, sure, but I’m the better-looking brother. I also have more skills than my brothers.” He shot me a wink. “You’ll see.”
Was this another attempt at a sex appointment? This guy didn’t quit. At least he wasn’t forceful. “I have no interest in seeing your skills.”
The spark in Kash’s eyes lit up, making them look like liquid amber. “Still playing hard to get?”
“I’m not playing anything.” I genuinely didn’t want to get got. Was I relaying this in a wrong way? “I?—”
