"You want me to do what?" Enrique demanded, his brain still registering her words. Vera pinched the bridge of her nose and gazed up at him, her blue eyes both looking helpless and angry at the same time.
"It's just one day..." Vera wailed. "Please? Just once..."
"No..." Enrique shook his head, bewildered at her proposal. All these days he took her words for a joke but damn she actually was hell bent on making him do this.
"No...I can't..." He repeated. "Just having a well toned body doesn't makes anyone a model, Vera,"
"Of course not," Vera nodded. "You need equally good looks too and sweetheart...you are literally a Greek god without Greek roots...,"
"It's not funny Vera," Enrique grimaced and Vera shook her head.
"Do I look like I am in the mood to be funny?" Vera raised her brow.
