“And what do you expect to get from winning?” she drawled. “I’ve never been fucked in my life.” Her eyes flicked away, and she added, sotto voce, “literally or figuratively.”
“Well now you’re just being dirty.” Tony laughed. “And if I win you’re gunna bake three dozen cupcakes and draw my face with icing on each one.” He smirked.
Both eyebrows shot up. “That’ll be a neat trick, considering I live oncampus with no kitchen available. Ask for something actually possible, honestly, or there’s just no point. I mean, if you want cupcakes that badly, I’ll just buy them for you. I think I can afford to give you a cupcake a week.” Summer sighed. “Anyway I’m not being dirty, I’m being honest.” She shrugged. “You seem to think your charm is going to make me want you. A natural course of events. And I’ll tell you right now, if that happens, you won’t know it. And the reverse is never going to happen because people like you aren’t interested in people like me.”
“Fine if I win you have to buy me coffee everyday for a month and if you win I’ll do the same.” Tony stuck out his hand with a grin. “Deal?”
She shook her head at him. “Don’t drink coffee, and so far you aren’t even making me want to win. Or lose. Bet something worth caring about or don’t take up the challenge. You can’t win anyway, I’m immune to you.”