Night Marks Read Free

about mid-thigh and I raise my eyes to frown at Alex. There is not enough money in the world to bribe me into wearing this thing out in public without being undercover.
    “Who picked it out?” I ask.
    “Sebastian did. I said it had to be black, though. I figured that is the only way I could get you in it. He thought the length and material would be enough of a deterrent for you.”
    “Hurry up and take a picture. I had better not find it posted anywhere on the Internet tomorrow. I will be super pissed and any good work you have done to make our relationship more comfortable will go up in smoke,” I say trying to pull the hem of the dress closer to my knees.
    With his phone, he snaps a few pictures and messes around with it probably sending the dang things to Sebastian. I should have made sure Sebastian got the same warning about posting the pictures, but I am hoping he knows better. Then again, he did make this stupid bet.
    I go through the process of removing the dress and putting back on my comfortable clothing. I have already started thinking about ways to get back at Sebby for this travesty. The fact that Alex is the one spending the night tonight will be a good start.
    “So, you ready for the date now?” Alex asks putting away the phone. He seems way too happy. He might need some punishment as well, but that is for a later.
    “Sure, where are we going?” I ask walking around the desk to join him.
    “I was thinking a boxing match followed by a late dinner at a steakhouse Jonas recommended.”
    “You really know how to treat a girl, don’t you?” I ask. If I was choosing what we are doing, I probably couldn’t have picked better. Start off with blood and carnage from the fight and move on to a juicy, still practically mooing, steak; it really is an ideal evening.
    “Well, I imagined you didn’t want to go to the theater and I knew unless there was a chance of blood being drawn you would end up bored,” he says laughing and then taking my hand. “Guys, I am giving you the night off,” he says to Jake and Smitty as we walk past them. “I won’t let her leave my side and would like to have a little alone time.”
    “Thanks boss,” Jake says. “Not to question your judgment, but are you sure that is a good idea? She doesn’t usually like to be tethered and has been known to wander off.”
    “I will behave for the night,” I say. I am all for not having two extra people following me around. It still annoys the Hell out of me every time I see their shadows cast over mine.
    I have killed probably more men than any of them, and yet they still think it is necessary to follow me around like a little baby. It’s pathetic I tell you, pathetic.
    Alex leads me out to a classic black Chevy Camaro. If I had to guess, it is a ’69. It is in gorgeous condition with some, rarely seen these days, white wall tires.
    “We kicking it old school tonight?” I ask as he leads me to the passenger door and opens it for me.
    “One of the many things you don’t know about me is that I am somewhat of a car collector. The ’69 Camaro is one of my favorites, so I thought I would share it with you,” he says shutting the door after making sure my knees were out of the way.
    “What’s it got under the hood?” I ask knowing he can hear me as he makes his way around the vehicle.
    “It’s a stock 302 V8,” he replies getting in and quickly starting the engine. “You know anything about cars?”
    “Not really. I just know the ones I like. It is mainly a cosmetic thing to me. Classic muscle tends to be very appealing.” I make a little purring noise in my throat.
    “Good to know. I will have to show you around my garage when everything gets delivered,” he tells me as he drives away from my building. “So, before we get to the match and are unable to have a decent conversation, let’s play twenty questions.”
    “You do know I hate that game, right?” I ask.
    “It won’t be too bad, some of these I could even