Page 87 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
“Uh-huh?” I muttered back at her.
Based on the grin on her face, I assumed this was a planned accidental meeting.
“Hey there, Georgie.” Kash pulled out the chair beside me and sat. “I can call you Georgie, can’t I?”
“No.” My name was Georgia.
“Not a fan of nicknames.” He nodded. “I can respect that.”
“Can you respect my desire not to have sex with you?”
“I can respect that youthinkyou don’t want me… But,” he sat back and shot me a wink, “You’ll come around.”
“Has anyone ever told you, you’re too confident?”
“Maybe I have a reason to be confident.” He placed a paper cup on the table and slid it my way. “Chia latte with three pumps of vanilla.”
How did he know that? “That’s right.”
As much as I wanted to refuse the drink, I was thirsty as it was dry in here. And I might be awkward, but I wasn’t rude.
I eyed him suspiciously and carefully took a sip.
It was perfect. There was not a single thing I could complain about. Damnit.
“Did I get it right?”
“It’s okay,” I muttered, while taking another sip.
Honestly, I didn’t know what to make of Kash. I both admired and despised his confidence. He was cocky and arrogant, but not in a rude way. Actually, he was kind of nice, which made me trust him less. Then there was how he looked at me. It made my palms sweaty, and not in the nervous way I was used to.
“I’m mad at you, you know.”
He was?
“What did I do?” Shifting, I covertly wiped my palms on my jeans.
Kash leaned in close enough that I could smell the spicy scent of his cologne, and murmured, “You didn’t call me Monday.”
“I didn’t agree to your sex appointment.” Did he think I had?
“You still could’ve called.”
No, I couldn’t. “The only phone calls I schedule for weekdays are to my mother.”
That and I didn’t have his number.
Kash’s brow rose. “You schedule your phone calls?”
“Yes,” I said. “People spend too much time on the phone.”
People thought my schedule was unnecessary, but I was always on time, never handed a project in late, and I had eight hours of sleep every night. Chaos brought stress, and I had enough of that in my life already.
Kash’s voice dropped an octave as he murmured, “That is so fucking hot. What else do you schedule?”
“Everything.”
“Meals?”
