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No, dumbass. I mean come over and I’ll help you write it. I do have a sports management degree, you know.
Sunshine
Actually, I didn’t know, but I need to get this done and you’ll distract me.
Like you are right now.
Besides, this is sex and companionship.
Count this as the companionship part, then. And I’d rather not explain how the captain of my team is failing her classes when she’s supposed to be graduating soon.
Sunshine
Touché. I’ll be over soon. Order food, I’m starving.
Feeding you wasn’t part of the agreement.
Sunshine
Neither was supervising me doing homework. I need brain fuel.
You’re a pain in my ass.
Sunshine
If you wanna try pegging, all you have to do is ask.
I’m more of a top. Sorry to disappoint.
Sunshine
We’ll see about that.
This woman will be the death of me, and I can’t be bothered to evade my impending damnation.
I scrub my hand down my face, shaking my head as Mrs. Purrito jumps into my lap, kneading my thighs before lying down. Her purrs come out like a motor engine as I stroke her smooth fur and order food for the last person on the planet I should be craving time and attention from.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
TUESDAY, MAY 13
“Okay,so whatexactlyare you struggling with on this assignment?” he asks, tugging on my calves, laying my legs across his lap. He absentmindedly strokes a trail up my shin as he waits for my answer.
“Everything,” I groan, fighting the urge to fall back into the cushion dramatically.
He rolls his eyes at me, wearing a grin that sends sparks of pleasure zapping up my spine.God, I love that playful smile.
“The essay’s about creating a strategic play for engagement and revenue growth for marketing sporting events. It could be about anything from grassroots promotion to large-scale digital campaigns. It just has to be an idea that could really beimplemented in the real world, and I have to have some sort of data to back my stance.”
He nods his understanding, tugging his full bottom lip between his teeth as he sorts through his thoughts. “Well, what about something like the fundraiser we do each year?”
I shake my head. “That’s a fundraiser for a good cause though; it’s not for gaining revenue for the team.”
He pins me with a disbelieving stare, and he smirks. “Elise, itisfor a good cause, but we’d be naive to think that theonlyreason the higher ups allow this fundraiser each year is for my benefit. It’s definitelynot. While yes, they are helping people, and I appreciate it more than I could properly express, they’re also making a good name for themselves by doing so, and they’re driving potential donors to our events where they can check out our team and our amenities and mingle. We make them feel special, and important, leading them to be more likely to want to be a part of it so they then donate to our team and not just the fundraiser we do each year.”
My head is spinning. “That’s genius!” I shout, never having thought about it that wayat all.
He squeezes one of my calves. “It was actually your dad’s idea to do the fundraiser after I told him about Carlos. He said if management wanted to use money for events to gain traction, we should at least exploit that for good too.”