Noah: When we come to dinner on Friday, would it be okay for Alex to sleep at yours? Trent is back in town and he wanted to hang out for the night.
Mom: You know I would love nothing more. I’ll start getting his room ready now.
Noah: Thanks, Mom. Love you.
I smile to myself, glad this has all worked out. I need something else to look forward to. Trent is a play boy too, nowhere near ready to settle down, so we can go on the prowl together. It was last month I last bedded a woman so perhaps that’s why I’m going all gaga over Mia. It’s just because I want someone.
But as I head back out to the gym again and I see her beautiful smile, my heart continues to flutter…
* * *
The afternoon rolls into evening and the crowd thins out. Dinner time is one of the quietest times of the day, in between the day time and night time crowd, so I always send my day staff home then when I’m working. I don’t mind doing it by myself. It usually gives me time to work out anyway.
“…you aren’t coming?” I hear the blonde ask Mia. “You’re really staying?”
“I am.” She nods determinedly. “I feel like I just need a little longer.”
“It’s just so weird to see you taking this so seriously. I never thought this would happen.”
“Yeah, well, you were right, I like it, okay?”
The blonde, Kayleigh, I think her name might be. I can barely remember anything other than Mia’s face on that initial meeting, skips off to the changing room, leaving Mia by herself. She smiles to herself and heads straight for the treadmill, looking like sex on legs as she hops up onto the machine with ease.
I gulp down, all of a sudden feeling a thickness to the air, but I don’t let that stop me acting like normal. I’ll be getting her out of my system soon enough anyway. I jump onto the Leg Press and focus on working my leg muscles hard. I slide my eyes closed and focus only on the physical sensations, losing myself…
Or at least, I try to. But I can’t seem to shake her off. I can feel her thickly.
With a deep sigh, I give up trying to distract myself and I climb off the machine. With my hands on my hips, I survey the place to see that it’s completely empty. There’s only me and her. Since I’m trying to keep away from the pure temptation that is her, this is an absolute nightmare of a situation.
“Are you okay?” she asks me in a soft tone. “You loo
k… confused.”
She uses her towel to wipe her face clean then sips from her water bottle. A droplet of sweat makes its way down from her throat to the neck line of her top, undoubtably heading towards those incredible breasts of hers…
“Do you want a drink?” I ask abruptly, to chance the subject, even though I haven’t answered her.
“Oh, I didn’t know you did drinks here aside from the vending machine…”
“I have drinks. I have my own private stash if you want one?”
Her face breaks into a beaming grin. “Sounds awesome. Thank you.”
I head behind the reception desk and pull out the bottle of juice. As I pour us both a cup I can’t help but wonder why this feels far more inappropriate than it should? It’s just juice!
“So, you own this place, huh?”
I cringe, recalling the way I babbled desperately at her on our first meeting. I’m never like that, I’m usually so smooth and cool. I barely need to say anything at all. I don’t know why I crumbled so bad.
“I do, yeah. I love fitness so it was the perfect business plan for me.”
She sighs, a little sadly. “It’s nice to see that you’ve achieved your dream.”
“You haven’t?”
“No. But my dream is an impossible one. I love art.”
“You do?” I cock an eyebrow in surprise. “I wasn’t expecting that.”