It was a crazy thing to say, and I guess I never expected the man to take me seriously. He stood there in front of me on the bike path, and I’d spent the morning selling the damned magazine subscriptions for the trip, and now I was just waiting for him to tell me no so I could give up and go home.
“So this is a high school trip?” He raised an eyebrow.
“No. I just graduated. It’s to pay for a trip to Washington D.C. with other incoming freshmen in the journalism program. It gives us a head start. Look you don’t have to—”
“Are they allowed to take someone underage on the trip? I mean—”
“I’m eighteen,” I snapped. Good looking or not, nobody was allowed to call me a kid.
He lifted up his hands. “Whoa! Hold on there. I didn’t mean to offend you.” He was so damn boyish and so damn funny when he said it that I wasn’t angry anymore. In fact, I felt my neck and my cheeks heat up because he was cute as hell. I looked around. This was the part of the park with tall hedges, and there was a little copse right to the side. I could imagine hours in the copse just making out with him.
“Okay,” I said. “Sorry for overreacting.”
He smiled. “How many more subscriptions do you need to earn enough for your trip?”
I groaned. “Eighty-two. I’m supposed to be done by Friday, too.”
He smiled. “How many magazines are there?”
I shrugged. “There are hundreds. There’s everything from Time Magazine to Babes Inked Up—I mean if you like tattoos.”
He smiled. “So how would like it if I just bought eighty-two subscriptions from you?”
I gasped. “God! Hell, I’d probably fuck you.”
I meant it as a joke, but he smiled and said, “Deal.”
He didn't hesitate but walked right up to me, while he walked up to my bike and grabbed my handle bars and lifted them up and put them on his shoulders. I was almost in shock but I let him reach down and pull up my shirt before I got a chance to get my head around what was really happening. His hands were on the small of my back and his mouth was enveloping my nipple.