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“Fine.”
“Fridays, too. Let’s do 11:30. I want to go out with my friends.”
“You can go out on Saturday nights.” His soft voice made my stomach flip. “You’re pushing me, Christina.”
“I need a life. You’re asking for a lot of time.”
“And I’m paying you for it.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“All right.” His voice was still soft. “11:30 on Fridays. I’m not going to go easy on you. And if you show up drunk, we don’t do anything, and you don’t get paid.”
I flushed. “I’m going to ignore that last bit and assume you’re a gentleman after all.”
“No,” he said matter-of-factly. “I just want you to remember everything.”
“Yeah, okay,” I muttered. “And—”
“And what?”
I scrubbed my forehead, leaned back against the wall, and twisted a lock of hair around my fingers.
“And what, Christina?” he repeated.
“What about when I’m on my period?”
“It’s not a problem for me.” He sounded amused and completely unfazed.
“Well, it might be a problem for me.”
“So we’ll work around it. You can suck me off instead. Or we’ll reschedule and I’ll fuck you every day the next week. Or maybe you’ll decide you want me to take you that way. It’s not a big deal.”
Uh-huh. No big deal, except that his words were making me hot and dizzy again. “Do I get breakfast in the morning?”
He chuckled. “Sure, I’ll make you breakfast, baby. But you’ll have to earn it.”
“Fine,” I bristled. “See you Monday night. Don’t call me before then.”
“I wasn’t planning to.” He hung up.
He’d dropped me so abruptly, I was still dangling from the conversation.
My screen showed three missed calls from my parents and another picture of Alexis’s diamond — zoomed out, sparkling on her hand as she and Daniel nuzzled noses, their smiles angelic, candles glittering all around them.
I turned off my phone, wishing I’d been the one to hang up on Patrick.
7
Game to Lose
Christina
Room 104 in Egan Hall was crowded on Monday night. With a combined meeting of Student Senate and the college treasury, all seats were full. I typed minutes on autopilot as Khalil, the president, presented the budget proposal for spring semester.
I should be paying attention. Picking up some tips on money management. But my stomach was knotted, and my heart was thudding.
In ten minutes, this meeting would end and I'd pay my first official visit to Patrick’s room. It was all kinds of crazy, and I'd agreed to this plan — called him up of my own free will.
