Page 60 of His Reckless Freshman

The intrusion.

The sudden stress of having a foreign object thrusting in my most private place.

“Hey.” Ben rests his hand on my thigh. “I’m not going to have sex with you. You don’t have to worry about that. It’s not about that. It’s about you experiencing something you enjoy.”

I suck in a breath and start nodding, wondering if I should just capitulate. I’ve only got this one shot, right?

I mean…

I slowly raise my gaze, using my arm to cover my breasts as I stare into his eyes and wonder what he’s thinking.

He stares right back at me, and I swallow.

“I’m sorry.”

“Nope.” He shakes his head. “You’re not apologizing. You haven’t done anything wrong.” Picking up my bra, he helps me put it back on, and in spite of his kind words, I still feel like I’ve failed.

When he hands me my shirt, I put it on with a deflated frown, struggling to button it up with my shaky fingers.

Ben’s walked across to the other side of the room, and I’m pretty sure he’s grabbing my bag and will see me out in just a minute.

“You know, I’ve got the room for the night.” He grabs the TV remote. “Want to get room service and watch a movie or something?”

My lips part and I tip my head, trying to figure out if he just said what I think he just said.

He raises his eyebrows, quietly waiting for my reply, and I kind of sputter out a laugh before nodding. “Yeah. Okay.”

“Sweet.” He grabs the dine-in menu and takes a seat on the bed, stretching out his legs and crossing his ankles.

I move up the bed and nestle down beside him against the big mound of pillows.

“What do I owe you for the room?” I quietly ask just before he hands me the menu.

“Nothing.” He smiles.

“But—”

“Nothing,” he repeats, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I cast my gaze down his body, making a quick assessment that I probably subconsciously made when I first met him but is only just soaking in now.

Unlike me, he comes from money.

Maybe not big money, but definitely comfortable wealth.

If he didn’t have a basketball scholarship, his parents could probably still afford to pay for his education outright. My parents have done that, but they started saving before I was born, and my college fund will be gone at the end of my four years here.

Ben, on the other hand, probably has parents who started investing long before he was born. He probably has some trust fund and a big allowance to live off.

These are all assumptions, though, and I should probably ask.

“Is your family rich?” The words pop out of me before I can really think it through.

Seriously, Jolie? A little class, girl.

Ben snickers, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth before he softly murmurs, “We do okay.”

I nod, feeling kind of bad about the room. He’s doing me the favor. But I can’t actually afford to give him much and…