James had been on the receiving end of Topher’s mischief a number of times already the past two weeks, so he had unintentionally developed some sort of sixth sense when it comes to Topher's bullshit. At that moment, his instinct told him that the man was about to say something to mess with him, and he was right.
With that familiar smile plastered on his face, and a look that clearly meant he was up to no good, Topher sweetly said, “I’m willing to donate it if you convince me nicely.”
James slightly pushed the floor with his feet so his chair would roll backwards. “I’m not going to do s****l favors just for money,” he firmly said. “I’m not that kind of person.”
Topher let out a laugh then shook his head. “That wasn’t what I meant! You don’t have to cross the line towards prostitution,” h
