Natasha chuckled. “Well, I’m not one to make bets that I don’t feel confident of winning,” she replied, turning from the door to look at him. It was interesting that, even if he didn’t believe he would win, that he would still say that dinner would be on him. Giving him a strange look, she tilted her head to the side.

“A dress?” she repeated. “Nice to know I made such an impression tonight.”

Gathering the last of her things, she nodded at his instruction and opened the door, putting on her best disgruntled face as she stepped out into the hallway.