Alessia checked the time on her watch and raised an eyebrow. ‘But it’s only ten twenty-five am.’
Logan shrugged nonchalantly. ‘What’s wrong with an early lunch? I’m the boss; I can take my lunch break whenever I want.’ He turned back to Alessia with a sly grin. ‘And you are paying.’
Alessia protested, ‘Why?’
Logan’s grin widened. ‘You lost the bet, remember?’ he reminded her.
Alessia had to jog to match his long strides. ‘But you already claimed your...your winnings.’
Logan chuckled. ‘That I did, and you would only get free lunches if you won the bet. Since you didn’t, you are paying.’
Alessia huffed. ‘Fine, but I hope your stomach can stand the trial of a fiery chole bhature.’
‘What the hell is that?’
Alessia couldn’t help but smirk.
‘What’s the matter, Mr Cos
