She looked pleased as punch. “You do that.”
She bent down, her back arched like a pinup girl, and picked up her borrowed towel. She moved closer, dabbing at her cle**age with it.
I swallowed hard, my c**k throbbing in time to my accelerated heart rate.
“Upper body today, huh?” she asked.
I was watching her perky tits as she said it, so I blinked like an idiot. Her ni**les were hard. I could see them through that flimsy as hell bra. “Hmm?”
The towel moved down to her stomach. She didn’t look to be sweating much, but she patted herself down like she was.
I was in a full-on sweat. I designed it that way. It made for a better workout, but just then I wanted to strip down.
Strip down and pin a na**d Iris to the floor.
“You’re working your upper body today. You alternate, right?”
“Oh yeah.”
“It’s an intense workout you’ve got going. You training for something in particular?”
I shook my head. “Just trying to stay fit. What about you? You clock in three hours, too, right?”
She shrugged. “That’s a new thing, though I do enjoy a good workout. Just trying to keep things nice and tight.”
That made my brain short-circuit. “Things are looking very tight.” A perfect fit for my cock, my perverted mind added.
She came a little closer, almost into my personal space. “Thank you. That’s a big compliment, coming from a gym regular like you.”
I couldn’t take anymore. I turned, put the weights back on the bar, and went into a round of grueling pushups.
When I rose again, she was a few feet away doing French press reps, her chest thrust forward.
I turned quickly away, and tried not to so much as glance at her.
CHAPTER TWO
She kept her distance until I was on the last quarter hour of my routine, making my rounds on the machines.
“I bet you have some super special after-workout drink you down after these sessions,” she told me as she approached my machine, her tone playful.
She got right up in my personal space, her br**sts just inches from my face.
I looked up at her eyes, mine almost pleading. She had to quit teasing me, whether or not she knew that’s what she was doing.
I grunted.
“Admit it. You do, don’t you?”
My mouth twisted wryly. She even had a good personality. She was a sweet little thing. She didn’t need to be. She could have gotten by on sheer good looks alone. “I have a little something I make.”
“It’s a drink, isn’t it? I’d bet good cash you make it with a Vitamix, and it has kale in it.”
I coughed out a laugh. “You aren’t wrong. I’m pretty predictable, huh?”
She winked at me. Fucking winked. It was adorable, and I needed to get away from her. “You’re a mystery to me. I’m just throwing out guesses, trying to figure you out.”
“Now why would you do that? I have to tell you, I’m about as boring as they come.”
She shook her head, her eyes soft. “Not at all. You seem fascinating to me, Dair.”
I wasn’t sure why, but that seemed to be my breaking point.
I politely excused myself and hit the showers. I was the only one in there, and I did give half a thought to rubbing a quick one off, but I refrained. I’d be home soon enough.
I emerged from the showers, clad in a fresh white T-shirt and black athletic shorts, to find Iris still hanging near the weights, still in her workout gear, dabbing at her glistening br**sts with my towel.
Well, I guess she’ll be keeping that, I thought, giving it one last longing look before I turned on my heel and headed out.
I nearly let the door swing shut on her before I realized that she’d followed me, still in her workout gear, duffle bag in tow. I held the door wide for her, a little worried at her beaming smile.
“You shower at home?” I asked, then wanted to take it back. I did not need a visual of her showering.
“Yeah, usually. Here.” She draped the used towel over my shoulder.
My mind went really filthy with the things I’d be doing with it later.
“Thanks for that. You just headed home now?”
I nodded, looking over at the parking lot, back at the gym, anywhere but at the too young girl that was too much trouble for my peace of mind.
“Have a good one,” I murmured and walked away.
“Wait,” she called out from behind me when I was halfway through the parking lot.
I stopped. She was just a few feet behind. Either she was following me, or she was walking somewhere. My pearl white model S Tesla was the only car parked this far back.
I turned to her, and she was smiling at me, of course.
“Do you mind giving me a ride?”
I took a few deep, steadying breaths, wondering what to do.
Of course I needed to give her a ride. If the poor girl needed to walk somewhere, she could hardly do it dressed like that. She’d get abducted, for sure.
I wasn’t positive that I wouldn’t abduct her myself.
“Sure, honey. Where you need to go?”
She pointed at my car, her eyes widening. “Is that your ride? It’s brilliant. Wow. A Tesla. Just beautiful.”