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ChapterSix
ALICE
“Mornin’ Jack,” I chirped with a ridiculously bright and cheerful smile as I strolled into the courtyard. Not only was I on time, but I was dressed in an even sluttier outfit than yesterday. I hadn’t left a single damn thing to the imagination.
I still had my hair in a high pony, but I’d traded the leotard for hot pink, butt-lifting yoga pants with deep ruching that dove right into my crack, showing off my round ass cheeks. My top was white, thin, and mostly made of straps. It barely held my tits in place, and left my stomach completely exposed. I’d only been in the frozen practice space for a minute, and my nips were already as hard as pencil erasers.
I couldn’t wait until I started sweating. My skimpy top would practically become transparent. Since Jack already loathed me, I was determined to make him hate his job even more.
The light of dawn was just spilling through the huge, arched, frosted windows, protecting the undead, gorgeous asshat from any killer rays.
He’d traded the heavy metal armor from yesterday for a muscle-hugging getup made of sleek black leather and metal buckles that matched his long platinum hair. He stopped arranging the agility ladder on the icy floor and looked at me like I’d lost my damn mind.
Then he scowled.
Finally, he looked away.
I got the impression he didn’t approve of my outfit.
Not at all.
That only made me grin wider.
I chose that moment to take a casual gulp of the pumpkin spice latte in my hand.
“Breakfast,” I explained as I joined him, then tapped the Starbucks logo on the cup. This PSL might’ve been the most impressive thing I’d imagined since arriving in Wonderland.
Jack caught a whiff of the triple shots doused in oat milk and whipped cream and wrinkled his nose, clearly unimpressed.
Good.
Fuck this stuck-up, arrogant jerk.
After the outright abuse I’d taken from him the day before, I decided nothing would piss off the White Knight more than proving just how little he’d gotten under my skin.
I put one hand on my hip, then bent down and set the Starbucks cup beside the rope ladder lying on the ground between us.
“Hey, I know I still owe you like, two-hundred and ninety-three minutes of running, or whatever. Do you want me to start doing laps now, or wait until we’re done with our lesson?”
Jack’s red eyes widened as he looked at me with a mixture of surprise and confusion. The corners of his lips curved up, hinting at a smile that never quite materialized.
“You remembered the exact number of minutes you owe me?”
“Of course I remembered! I’m more than just a hot piece of ass who’s gonna save Wonderland, you know.” I shot an exaggerated wink at him, feeling a sudden flutter in my chest at the possibility of Jack being impressed by anything I did.
I quickly shoved it aside.
I didn’t not need—or want—his approval for anything.
“Very well,” Jack replied with a subtle nod, maintaining his air of nobility. “Start running.”
I set a pace that was fast enough to keep him from summoning more of the abyssal hounds, yet slow enough to maintain in case he decided to make me run for more than half an hour.
While I ran laps around the courtyard, I did everything I could to ignore the douche canoe with the body of a Roman god who was setting up some kind of obstacle course. There was a set of balance beams, all at different heights. One of the walls had been covered in gigantic mirrors.
Being that the courtyard was made of white stone covered in frost, Jack’s dark silhouette stuck out like a sore thumb. He stood tall and regal, with an air of nobility, but he was like a black hole, sucking the light into that leather armor...armor that just happened to be perfectly molded to his hard, swollen muscles. I mean, every fucking ripple was accounted for. It clung to him like a second skin.
