Page 48 of The Bet

“I don’t have any bar-appropriate clothes,” I said, and she smiled.

“I have dresses. Go in my closet and pick something.”

I gave her a look, then she laughed. We were almost the same size, but sharing clothes had always been a struggle because while she was more or less an A cup, I was a D.

Still not keen on going home to wallow all by myself, I headed into her bedroom anyway and began to rummage through her closet. Perhaps I would find something that would fit, and if I didn’t, then I would just stay here and order pizza to be eaten alone anyway.

“I don’t know why I suddenly don’t want to be alone,” I told her as she did her makeup while I searched for a dress. “I usually prefer being alone. Maybe I really don’t like my apartment anymore? I really need to move.”

Even as I said these lies, my mind rolled with the truth as it went to my devastatingly handsome, gorgeous, grumpy boss.

“I have a theory,” she said, however, and knowing that it would most definitely not be in my favor, I didn’t want to listen to anything she had to say.

And with that thought, I was given even more of a reason to find a dress. The color black attracted me for no reason, but then, thinking this was a bit too negative, I decided on pink. I checked the bust, and it was a bit low, but I decided to try it on anyway.

“Woah!” Mandy exclaimed as she turned and came over to the mirror. “That is a lot of boob.”

She was having the time of her life taunting me, but I ignored her and truly considered looking for a way to make this work.

“It’s not so bad, is it?” I asked.

“If you were wearing that to work, it would be bad. For where we’re going, I'm sure that this and this alone is the only acceptable dress code.”

I was amused but not yet convinced because although I did want to have a good time, I really didn't want to attract the wrong attention in the process.

“Okay,” I said, too exhausted to find something else.

“Do you have an oversized jacket though? Your jean one? The one we got at Uniqlo a few years ago?”

“Don’t use a jacket,” she complained. “Why cover up all those gorgeous boobies?”

“Because I don’t want flies following me all night, and I don’t want to freeze to death.”

“It’s not that cold.”

I ignored her and went in search of the jacket myself. Soon, I found it, and she as well was just pulling up her dress, the initial black one I had pushed aside.

“I forgot I had this,” she said. “It’s gorgeous. Though I didn’t fill it up as well as you did. Should I get some work done? What do you think?”

I turned then to watch her pushing up her boobs in the dress, and I couldn't help but smile.

“If only you knew how much trouble mine have brought me. It’s a bloody miracle that I’m still employed.”

She was amused.

“Sure, they’ve brought you trouble, but this one time, and with your new boss, it won't be trouble, will it?”

I really didn't want to think about him. Actually, I did, but all that would do for me was make me even more restless and agitated, and that was the last thing that I could currently stomach. So, I sighed and didn't respond.

“Let’s go. And by the way, I’m going to leave early.”

“Almost ready,” she said as she put on her heels, and soon we were in a cab and on our way.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Guy

Icouldn't sleep. This was no fucking surprise, even though I had felt relatively calm after the day and was ready to clock out for the evening, on time for once. However, maybe it was because it was the weekend that I couldn't get her out of my mind. I lay in bed for an hour and then some, staring at the inside of my eyelids and then eventually the ceiling.

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