17

"Is that so?"

I rolled my eyes at Anthony when he responded to what Trent had said. I tried to move out of his grip but tightened his hold on me and sent me a warning look. I sighed and leaned on his body. I blushed when I felt his hand start to move softly on my lower back, almost close to the top of my ass. I gulped and lifted my head off his chest.

"I will take my leave now. I still have some paperwork left to check," Trent said, and I saw him walk into my line of vision. 

I offered him a smile and he returned it before leaving the office. The moment I was certain he was out of earshot; I moved out of Anthony's arm and smacked him on the shoulder.

"Really? What did I tell you about PDAs at work?" I asked, trying to juggle his memory.

"When it comes to him, I'll act like the perfect boyfriend. I don't trust that man, especially since he's been sent here by my dad, I've said this before. He seems smart and I don't like it."

I rolled my eyes and went to the desk where the food bag was. I picked it up and checked what he bought. My mouth watered at the delicious smell of burgers and fries, with what I suspected to be baked chicken. The bag was suddenly snatched from my hand, and I glared at Anthony who was staring at the bag with a disgusted expression on his face. Before I knew it, he dumped it in the trash beside me. 

"Anthony!" I hollered and picked the bag out of the empty trash can.

"From now on, I'll be the one buying you lunch," he said strongly and sighed. "Speaking of buying things. I have your bikini here."

He raised his hand and I saw a small paper bag with the logo of a lingerie brand. My eyes widened in shock as a thought crossed my head. I went up to him and grabbed it from his hand.

"Are you crazy? Did you walk around holding this bag like it was some file?" I asked, feeling panicked at the image of Anthony walking amid his staff while holding a lingerie bag.

He shrugged. "At least, they'll know how much I love seeing you in sexy underwear."

I grimaced. "You are so weird."

I looked down at the bag and felt the urge to look inside it, but instead, I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Are you sure this is my size?" I asked, knowing how much he knew nothing about my clothes sizes even though we'd been friends for years.

Anthony smirked and came closer, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to his body, making my heart skip a beat and my breath hitch. Our proximity made me feel every part of his body and had my body going hot. 

"All I had to do was snoop through your closet and—"

I smacked him on the back of his head, and he threw his head backward to laugh. I pouted in annoyance as he continued to laugh before he placed his forehead on mine. Our position was so intimate that it made my stomach flutter.

"Don't mind me, babe. I had my secretary get the bikini for me. I told her it was for you, and she was elated to get it."

I narrowed my eyes as I remembered the tight dress that the lady had bought. She wasn't part of the people who hated Anthony, in fact, she was very fond of Anthony and her recent behavior made me suspicious of what was in the paper bag I was holding.

"Just wear it and be my girlfriend when we're on my yacht, okay?" He whispered to me and I nodded. "Good. Now, come on. Let's go have lunch."

"But—"

"No, Sandy. We're going to eat real food and not that bag of garbage your Trent gave you," he said in a mocking tone and grabbed my wrist. 

"Fine but it better be good food."

Π•Π

The weekend was finally here, and I was still not ready for what was going to happen on his yacht. I was nervous from head to toe as I packed my luggage. What made me more nervous was the bikini. I had tried it on a few days ago and it was the sexiest swimwear I ever owned, even Gina teased me about it. 

I didn't know how I was supposed to act while dressed in a piece of clothing that made my boobs want to fall out and showed my ass cheeks. 

"Are you still in your room? Anthony's waiting outside for you!" Gina said through the door.

"I'm coming!"

"Not yet! Anthony's surely going to give you that soon!" Gina teased again.

My cheeks brightened up at her words and I gave the door a fuck-you gesture. I calmed myself and zipped my luggage. I looked at myself in the floor-length mirror, taking in my short sundress before leaving the room to the living room where I saw Gina with a dubious smile on her face.

"Enjoy your weekend, girlfriend," Gina said and opened the door for me.

"Fuck you, Gina."

"I wish I could but Anthony's gonna do that someday," she said and winked.

I grimaced and left the house. My heartbeat picked up when I saw Anthony leaning against his red sports car. He looked good in his white shorts and a black t-shirt. The muscles of his arms and veins aligned on them made me bite my lip in admiration and when he looked up, I released my lip and walked faster.

"Hi," I said, and he smiled before opening his arms out to me for a hug. I blinked at it and wrapped my arms around his strong upper body. 

The soft fabric of his shirt made me feel how tough his muscular chest and stomach were. He felt good against my body that I couldn't help but hug him tighter. He chuckled close to my ear and pulled me closer, making me lose track of my breathing.

"This feels so natural," he whispered and moved his hand to my ass, which he cupped.

The motion made me feel a sensation between my legs and my skin heated up. I was in shock as to why Anthony was grabbing my ass until I saw a news Van in the distance.

I sighed in sadness.