Page 70 of The Boss and the Wedding Mess
"Only under two conditions."
Two conditions?
I listen attentively and remain a few steps away from him. But I'm still holding my phone in my hand so he can see it clearly.
"Two conditions?"
He smiles at my question, cold as ice.
"You're going to cheer me up right now, and on Monday we're going to the boxing club together."
"You just want me to go boxing with you?" I’d be there anyway.
"You’ll be very nice to me there," he says, grin widening.
"You mean flirt with you in front of the others?"
"No. You’ll see."
I swallow. Damn, why does he seem so confident and assertive? What is he up to? He's not going to throw me into the ring or kiss me in front of the men, is he? Nah, he wouldn't do that. Maybe he just wants to be seen with me and train together.
"And how exactly am I supposed to cheer you up now? You’re already grinning.." Isn't that enough?
"Do we have a deal? If yes, you’ll get my PIN—when we leave the boxing club."
I take a deep breath. "But what should I do now? I’d like to know before I agree."
This is what I get for falling asleep and trusting him.
"I’ll leave that up to you."
So it’s my choice. I already know what I need todo.
"Okay. Agreed. Deal."
Alex smiles, clearly satisfied, waiting.
I sigh softly and glance down at myself: a simple mint-green summer dress with and elastic waistband and a wavy pattern--looks like someone washed their paint brush in water. Sandals, no jewelry.
Slowly, I lift the hem a bit so I can grab my underwear. I pull it down to my knees before it falls to the floor on its own. I glare at Alex, who is visibly enjoying the little strip show. I sigh then lift the dress over me, taking my sports bra along in one movement so I don't have to take either off completely.
I turn to him, spin around once, giving him a reproachful look, and then get dressed again.
"Hmm. Seen that already," he mocks.
Excuse me? How dare he!
"That’s not enough for you?"
"You'll have to come up with something better," he teases me and seems rather bored, though the slight grin remains. He knows exactly how crazy he's driving me. No matter what I do, I'll probably never satisfy him enough to get his PIN.
"Then tell me what you want," I demand.
Alex smiles and pats his thigh three times with his hand, a clear sign for me to come closer. I pull the sports bra and dress back over my body, but he disapproves.
"No. Not like that."
What does he mean?
