Jason POV:
I glare at her, debating my next move.
If I run, she might actually post it.
If I stay, I might die of embarrassment.
Neither option is ideal.
"Fine," I grumble. "What do you want?"
Ella taps her chin in thought, her evil little smirk growing wider by the second.
Oh, I don't like that look.
I really don't like that look.
"Well…" she starts, dragging it out just to torture me. "I could ask for something now, but I think I'll save it for later."
I squint. "What do you mean?"
She shrugs. "I mean, I haven't decided yet. But when the time comes, whatever I ask, you'll have to fulfill it. No complaints. No negotiations."
My whole body tenses.
A mystery favor?
That could mean anything.
That could mean public humiliation.
That could mean attending fifty more events.
That could mean—I swallow—going shopping with her.
I narrow my eyes. "I don't like this deal."
She smiles sweetly. "Then I guess I'll just have to—"
