Not missing a beat, I ask, “Who said anything about dating?”
“Oh, that’s right. You want to buy a night with me.”
She’s funny and I love the color her cheeks are turning. They are glowing almost like she just came hard. It’s hot.
Grinning, I shake my head. “I don’t pay for sex.”
“Whoa,” she says quickly, holding her hands up, her eyes wide and intoxicating. “Don’t make me use my pepper spray, you perv. I thought you wanted to buy me to have someone to watch Netflix with you.”
I can’t help it; I laugh and I laugh hard. She watches me, her eyes full of light as I bend over laughing. “You’re funny.”
“I try.”
She is quick and witty. I like that. “So, if you aren’t busy watching Netflix because some dude paid you—”
“Ugh,” she moans. Instantly, my cock comes to life in my jeans as she leans against the tree, acting as if she is bored, her palms up, arms hanging beside her. “Is this the lame pickup line?”
When Markus starts to laugh, I glare back at him and he shrugs. “She’s funny.”
“Shut up,” I mouth before turning back to her. “No, No Dating Diane.”
Her face lights up as she perks up. “Ha! That’s funny.”
“I try,” I say with a grin. “But anyway, the Bullies are throwing a party tonight if you want to come.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m coming already.”
Surprised by that, I ask, “You got invited?”
She shoots me a little kitten grin that goes straight to my groin. “Yeah, by some dude wanting to sleep with me. No biggie, though. I’m going for the free booze, not the sex.”
She is very blasé about it, and I like that. Most girls would be creaming their panties at getting an invite from one of the guys on the Bullies. We are royalty around this campus—being regional champions gets you that respect—but this girl doesn’t care one way or the other.
Nodding my head, I grin. “Cool, I’ll save you a beer, then.”
“Cool, yeah, I’ll come take it off your hands. I like beer.”
“Cool.”
“Cool.”
But I don’t move. Instead, I stand there, my eyes getting lost in hers until Markus clears his throat. “Let’s go, bro.”
“Yeah,” I say, remembering we have to leave. “Use that money wisely.”
She looks down at the two bucks and fist-pumps. “Yes, I can finally afford that Airhead I wanted.”
“Only if it’s green.”
“Duh, that’s the only good color,” she said simply, taking a dollar in each of her hands and waving them in the air. “I got a dolla, I got a dolla, I got two dollas, hey, hey, hey, hey.”
My face breaks out into a grin as I nod. “Cool, see you tonight, No Dating Diane.”
Pausing, she grins back at me. “Till tonight, Lame Line Larry.”
I unlock the doors to my car and climb in after Markus is already in his seat.
“She’s different.”