“You mean you won’t reconsider?” Cassie sputtered. Simon was being totally unreasonable. “Did you or did you not agree to host this dinner?” “Well, yes,” she admitted with some reluctance, “but that was before I realized I’d be obliged to fly through the air with my underwear showing.” A little guilt on his part might not be amiss. “A small wardrobe malfunction.” He said it with a straight face and Cassie stared at him, wondering if this was meant to be a joke. “I suppose you could call it that.” “At least you didn’t have a television audience.” She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, that makes it better.” “Regardless, you are still required to complete a third task.” Cassie made a face. “You’re a cruel man, Dr. Dodson.” “You were well aware of the conditions of our agreement before you signed the contract. However…” “Yes?” Hope filled her. “However, I believe it might be advantageous if you served this dinner prior to Christmas. In other words, not on Christmas Day itself as I originally specified.”
