I let out a shocked snort. "Let me work this out a little more. I have a vagina. Check. I have a sharp intellect. Check. And I have some class. Check. Is this correct?"
Colin nodded eagerly.
"And your brother is not concerned with anyone's feelings other than that object in his pants?"
Colin blinked several times and I watched as where I was going with this registered in that muddled, scientific brain of his.
"Ahhh," he said.
"And so, you want me to give up all of my self respect and allow someone who treated me like total shit another chance? Is that what you're asking me? Because if you are, you just totally negated your argument above. If I did what you're asking me I would a) not be possessed of a sharp intellect because women who are can recognize when a guy is treating them like shit and b) not be very classy because I would basically be dating an unreformed gigolo."
Colin's mouth gaped like a fish.
"Get the hell out of here, man." I swung my legs off the couch, stormed over to the door, opened it and pointed him out. "Also, you owe me for the session. I take cash only. If you don't have cash, I will bill you because I don't think I can stand you being in here for a second longer."
He stood there for a moment, staring at me as if I was some undiscovered science experiment before he shook his head, murmured "quite right", and dug through his wallet for cash. I noticed him counting out way more than he owed me, but I wasn't going to say a word. I held my hand out and he dropped the cash in my hand as he brushed past me.
"Miss Banner, I must -"
I shut the door in his face.
Were all of the Marsh brothers total idiots?
I didn't stop long to think before I realized the answer was most definitely yes.
