Page 21 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
I was awkward, not rude. But questions… that I could handle. I’d look at it like a tutoring session where Kash was the subject. That was a weird way to look at it, wasn’t it?
“How old are you?” I blurted out before I had a chance to overthink.
“Twenty-three.” He answered. “You?”
“Nineteen. What’s your major?”
“Business economics.”
“Ugh, that sounds boring.”
Mortified, I slapped my hand over my mouth. That was not the response I should’ve given. This reaction was why I didn’t talk to people. Who was I to judge his major? I spent my time studying rocks. Most people would find that boring. The first person I spoke to in I don’t know how long, and I insulted him.
Way to go, Georgia.
My confusion grew when he chuckled instead of getting mad. “You’re right. It’s very boring.”
“So, why are you taking it?” That question would’ve come out a lot better if I had taken my hand off my mouth first. This chat was not going well.
His brow arched. “You don’t talk to many people, do you?”
“No,” I said with my hand still on my mouth.
“Would it help if I told you I wasn’t an asshole?”
No, because that is precisely what an asshole would say, which led me to my next question. “Why are you talking to me?”
“I’ll tell you if you take your hand off your mouth.”
Oh crap. Was I still doing that?
It was harder than it should’ve been to drop my hand, but I managed to let go of my chin and cheeks and flatten my palm on the table.
“There we go.” The corner of his mouth lifted. “Now I can see your pretty mouth.”
Pretty mouth? “What do you want?”
“Okay, right down to it.” He blew out a breath. “Do you want the honest answer?”
“Yes.” Why would I want a dishonest answer? Did anyone like being lied to?
Seeking something for comfort before I slapped my hand over my mouth again, I reached out and picked up my coffee mug.
“I want to fuck you, Georgia.”
Coffee sprayed from my lips as I coughed down what remained in my throat.
“Pardon me?”
That was blunt and not at all expected.
“I want to fuck you,” he repeated.
“Me?” I asked, unsure if he was talking to me, despite the fact that he was looking straight at me.
“Oh yeah.” His eyes trickled down my side, making me feel very exposed. “My dick has been hard from the second you walked in here.”
Don’t look at it. You don’t want to see that…
