TRINITY.
I stare at the money. That's more than I'd make all night.
"Why?" I ask quietly. "Why do you really want this?"
He looks at me for a long moment. "Because I can't stop thinking about you. Haven't been able to since the semester started. And seeing you out there..." He runs a hand through his dark hair. "I need to see more. Need to understand this part of you."
My pulse is racing. This is so far beyond inappropriate I can't even see the line anymore.
"Okay," I whisper.
His eyes darken. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. But there are rules. No touching unless I say so. Understood?"
"Understood."
I walk to the sound system and queue up a song. Something slow and dirty. When I turn back, he's settled into the chair, legs spread, watching me with that same intensity from before.
I start to move
