Alexander decided to play along, looking bored.
"Does this proposition of yours involve you, me, and a bed?"
The telltale blush on her cheeks appeared and that made his blood burn sluggishly.
Without thinking, his gaze fell to her mouth and her pupils dilated as she inhaled sharply. "No!" She exclaimed a little too loud. "That will not be a part of the deal but..." She trailed off and bit her lip, "I'm kind of busy right now. Do you mind helping me untangle my hair from your shirt first?" She asked again.
Alexander tsked under his tongue and pointedly ignored her plea. "A pity. What kind of proposition do you mean aside from that?"
She didn't answer and proceeded to deal with the mess by tugging her strands not-so-gently from his buttons. Alexander just stood there, not helping her, well, not until she stopped pretending that he was invisible.
Alexander could tell she was having a hard time removing them. He stopped himself from chuckling at her useless efforts.
She must have noticed him making fun of her in silence when her entire demeanor changed in the blink of an eye. Now, she was giving him eye daggers and if they were real she could be dead. Alexander grinned at her. Why did he find her cute?
He must be out of his mind.
"Would. You. Help. Me. With. My. Hair. Or. NOT?" She gritted her teeth in anger as she clutched the fabric of his shirt, trying to shake him.
"No. Sorry." Alexander chuckled as he placed his hands in the air in mock surrender. "Tell me about your proposition first and if I find that appealing, I'll help you out. And may I suggest, as long as it involves you and me alone in a hotel room and a king-sized bed, I'm game."
Alexander caressed her arm one more time and she shivered, the small hairs on her skin standing on its end. He looked at her to see her reaction. What little color on her cheeks drained away as she tugged his hand away from her arm.
She paled. "I'll ask you this for the last time. If I ask you to help me with my hair like as in right now, ASAP, would you?"
Alexander chuckled again, letting out the most erotic chuckle he could muster to seduce her. " I'll tell you again. Proposition fi---"
He heard loud snips in the sudden silence that surrounded the two of them and large chunks of bright red curls were falling to the sand. Some were floating along with the direction of the wind. Alexander's eyes widened in shock.
He could see her showing him a huge-ass pair of scissors that came out of nowhere. And she stepped backward, half a meter of distance away from him, no longer a prisoner of his personal space.
Her bright red hair was uneven, the right side was still almost waist-lengthed but the left.... it was a disaster.
It was so short that it showed her long, slender, pale neck. Her jawline was perfection. Alexander's gaze roamed her face as he stared deep into her blue-green eyes which became a darker shade of stormy blue than the green.
"Now you owe me." She smirked and her eyes twinkled dangerously, " Big time."