Chapter 84 Let me the judge of that

When the doorbell rang the next morning, Trish was already in the gym, stretching her muscles before her training session.

She didn’t hurry to the door—she stopped to check her reflection in the mirror.

Trish ran her hand through her brown hair, putting it in a high ponytail. She glanced at her clothes: a tank top that made her eyes look blue rather than green and a pair of white shorts that showed off her legs and ass to perfection.

Trish smiled grimly. Perfect. She wanted Zachary to stare at her, knowing that he could never, ever have her.

The doorbell rang again. Someone was getting impatient.

With one final glance at the mirror, Trish went to open the door.

Zachary’s eyes immediately went to Trish' hips and legs. His lips thinned. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket and gave Trish a very unimpressed look.

Trish smiled innocently. “Good morning.”

Still saying nothing, Zachary continued boring a hole in Trish with his eyes.