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the textbook.”
    Chrissy stood and stretched, and started to gather her things.
    “Wait, wait,” Justin said. “You’re leaving already?”
    “Yes,” she replied. “I need to go get ready for my evening job.”
    He scoffed.
    “You work too much.”
    She glared at him. “Some of us have to earn a living. I don’t work, I don’t eat.”
    Justin frowned. “Then I’ll make you an offer—let me take you to dinner, a really nice one.”
    “It’s more than getting food, Justin.”
    “Then I’ll give you whatever you would have made at your other job and you lose nothing.”
    Chrissy could only look at him, incredulous.
    “You’re offering to pay me to go on a date with you?”
    He smiled.
    “Yeah! We can have some fun, and you won’t need to worry about working all the time.”
    Chrissy was silent for a few moments. When she spoke again, her voice was strained with fury.
    “Justin, I don’t know who or what you think I am, but I am not someone you can just buy. I’m not a fucking escort, you hear?”
    He drew away, surprised at her tone.
    “Hey, no need for that,” he frowned. “I just thought…”
    “I don’t give a fuck what you thought or meant,” Chrissy hissed. “Your attitude is gross and insulting. If you want these tuition lessons to continue, you need to back off, OK?”
    He still hadn’t given up; she could see it in his eyes. He reached out to her again and placed a hand on her leg.
    “Chrissy, you’re looking at this all wrong. I’m not suggesting that I’d pay you to go on a date with me—I just want to help you out. I thought that giving you money would mean you didn’t have to work all the time, didn’t have to struggle. Then you could have time for some fun. We’d be helping each other out.”
    The inference behind his words wasn’t lost on her, and his hand on her leg conjured unpleasant memories of the previous night and the trucker.
    “Take your hand off me,” she said coldly. “Don’t touch me, and don’t ever bring this up again. I pay my own way, and I don’t need or want your help.”
    He got the message this time, but instead of looking apologetic or embarrassed, Chrissy was alarmed to see the anger that glittered in his eyes.
    “I see how it is,” he whispered.
    “What do you mean?”
    “Nothing. I’ll see you at our next session.”
    She sighed with relief that she hadn’t blown this job too. She watched him cautiously as he packed his books and left without another word.
    Chrissy left the library a short time afterwards, wondering if she’d just made an enemy. She’d learned a lot in a very short time, and had her eyes opened to the way people manipulated and used each other. She’d been shocked to learn who Benny really was, underneath it all, but the lesson let her see other things and other people more clearly. That included Justin. She could see that he was much like Benny—arrogant and sure of himself, and all because of his money. He felt entitled.
    Well, fuck him. She’d get through the tutoring and continue to keep him at arm’s length. Maybe it would be easier now that his feelings were hurt. No matter, if the new job worked out, as soon as she could do without his money, he’d be history.
     
    * * * *
    JUSTIN
     
    Justin left the library shaking with rage.
    “That goddamn stuck-up bitch.”
    He couldn’t get over the unbelievable nerve of the ungrateful cunt! She was a nobody who acted as if she would be soiled by his money. Didn’t she know who he was?
    Being flatly rejected had caught him off guard and left him stunned. He’d never been dismissed in such an out-of-hand manner by a goddamn girl before. Especially a poor one, a girl who wasn’t more than a servant. At least the servants knew their place.
    Sure, some girls were a bit wary of him because he had a reputation. A lot were reluctant at first, but they came around easily enough. A quick spin in the Mercedes and a fancy dinner, or an expensive gift, brought them around.