Arrogant Devil(113)

“All right, you’re on Mr. Viscount of WhateverItsCalled. What are we playing for?”

I smirked.

“We both have to workout, so I propose a ‘turf war’ of sorts. If I win, you join me in the pool tomorrow, and if you win, I’ll join you on the pitch.”

She titled her head, still inspecting me as if she’d find my true intent written across my features. I arched a brow and she reached out to shake my hand.

“You’re on.”

We shook on it and I didn’t let go until I was good and ready.

“I hope you packed a bikini.”