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“But you were willing to take a hundred.”
“Yeah, but…” I bit down on my lower lip.
“So what’s the difference between what I suggested the other day and what I’m suggesting now?”
“I mean, there’s a huge difference. That’s one hundred thousand dollars. That’s not a little money. That’s a lot of money. And…”
“And the only thing that’s changed is the amount of money. You said you were broke, right?”
“I am broke, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to sell myself.”
“But I’m not asking you to sell yourself. I’m asking you to…” He paused and then folded up the check and put it in his pocket. “You know what? It’s fine. If you don’t want one hundred thousand dollars, then I’m not going to force it on you.”
I stared at him for a couple of seconds, wondering what game he was playing.
“You know what, Mr. Covington?”
“It’s Travis,” he said. “How many times do I have to tell you that, Molly?”
“I’d actually prefer if you call me Ms. Malone.”
“Really? You think I’m going to call you Ms. Malone like you’re some sort of fifty-year-old woman?”
“No, I think you’re going to call me Ms. Malone like I’m some sort of mid-twenties fashionista.”
He looked at me for a couple of seconds and pressed his lips together. “Okay, Molly, that’s not going to happen, and I didn’t know you were a fashionista.”
“You can’t tell by my outfit?”
He looked at my navy-blue suit and shook his head. “No. Is this meant to be some sort of statement you’re making? I mean, because if it is, every woman in finance is making the same statement.”
I glared at him. “Oh, you just don’t get it.”
“What don’t I get, Molly?”
“You just don’t get that I am trying to be a professional corporate woman while at the same time enjoying and living my best mid-twenties earlySex in the Citylife.”
“Oh lord. Don’t tell me you think you’re Miranda or something.”
“No, no one wants to be Miranda. I’d rather be Samantha.”
“Oh, I thought you were going to say you’d rather be Carrie.”
“No, I would not want all the drama she went through with Mr. Big, and he was not even worth it. Like yeah, he was hot, and he was rich, but…” I looked Travis up and down. “Rich and handsome can only get you so far, you know?”
“It gets me plenty far,” he said, shifting closer to me. “So one last offer.”
“What?”
“A million dollars.”
My jaw dropped then. “You’ve got to be frigging kidding me.”
“No,” he said, staring into my eyes. “I want to know.”
“You want to know that badly if I’m wearing cotton panties that you would give me a million dollars? Like a million dollars. Do you know how much money that is?”
“I do, but I also know my net worth, and a million dollars is not really that much to me. So…”
