THE BOSS LADY

Daring Date

Bella's POV

I bristled at the thought of Sherges expecting gratitude for driving me home. As if it had been my idea in the first place! He probably imagined me gushing over his supposed thoughtfulness, "Oh, Sherges, thanks for bringing me home, that's so sweet of you." Ugh!

After spending a couple of hours with my dad, I retreated to my room to unwind. Deciding to treat myself to a relaxing bubble bath in the jacuzzi, I sank into the warm, soapy water, determined to clear my head of the persistent thoughts of Serge that seemed to linger.

An hour or so later, I emerged from the jacuzzi, wrapping myself in a towel as I began to dry my hair. Just then, my phone rang, and I glanced at the screen, my eyes widening in surprise. "Sherges?" I hissed under my breath, suddenly feeling a wave of anxiety wash over me.

Steeling myself, I answered the phone, my tone curt and impatient. "What is it, Sherges?"
He hesitated for a moment before responding. "Hey, beautiful. Maybe you could try not to be so hard on me."

Wtf he think he is?

His words hung in the air for a moment before he finally continued. "I mean, I want us to have dinner together, if that's fine by you."

I rolled my eyes, remaining silent. Who did he think he was, expecting me to waste a single second of my precious evening on him?

Sensing my hesitation, Sherges decided to poke fun at my apparent disinterest. "You can say no if you want. I can understand your fear."
"What fear?" I snapped back, genuinely confused.

"The fear of falling in love with this handsome guy, you know?" he teased. "If you keep hanging out with me, it's only a matter of time before you succumb to my charms."

I couldn't help but feel a mix of irritation and amusement at his brazen confidence. It was clear that Sherges had no intention of backing down, and perhaps there was a part of me that found his persistence strangely intriguing.

"Where do you want us to meet?" I asked, my irritation growing with each passing moment. It was time to show Sherges that I was not someone to be trifled with, and that his flirty advances would not sway me.

In moments like these, I was reminded of my inner strength and resolve as a woman. I had no choice but to assert my dominance and show this man that I was a force to be reckoned with—a true boss lady who had no time for games or drama.

Sherges, seemingly oblivious to my annoyance, eagerly replied, "Oh, great! I'll come pick you up in 20 minutes."

"Okay," I said curtly, hanging up the call and preparing myself for the impending confrontation. If he thought I would be an easy target for his charms, he was sorely mistaken. It was time for Sherges to learn that I was not a woman to be underestimated.

Stepping into my expansive dressing room, I searched through the meticulously curated outfit collection that Linda, my personal stylist, had prepared for me. I sighed as I sifted through the clothes, realizing that none of the professional suits would be appropriate for this impromptu 'date' or whatever it was.

I briefly considered calling Linda for help, but ultimately decided to handle the situation myself. After trying on several outfits, I settled on a simple yet elegant long black gown, its thin sleeves and broken line at the leg area adding an understated allure.

The dress subtly accentuated my curves, exposing a hint of cleavage and my breasts.
Accessorizing with black heels and a delicate necklace, I scrutinized my appearance in the mirror, satisfied with the flawless makeup and air of confidence that radiated from my every step. I was ready to make an entrance, and Sherges had better be prepared for the formidable woman that stood before him.