I pouted. “Are you telling me I’m fat?”
“Not at all. I’m telling you I like looking at that shapely ass of yours and I’m selfish. I want to keep it that way.”
I rolled my eyes but went into the bathroom and washed up. When I came out, Chance was lying in my bed, both his hands behind his head as he leisurely watched a European soccer game.
“Do you miss playing?” I asked. It was a stupid question. I regretted it the minute it came out of my mouth.
“I do.”
“Can you get back into it somehow? I don’t mean playing. Maybe coaching or managing a team or something?”
“I’ve thought about that.”
“And—”
“I never actually finished my education. I went pro in my second year of college. Most universities and even high schools want their coaches to be educated. Sets an example for the students.”
“So go back to school.”
“I suppose I could. Might keep me busy for the next two or so years.”
I walked to the suitcase and got out my little workout top and matching spandex leggings. “I’ll just be a minute. I need to change.”
Inside the bathroom, I pulled my hair back and dressed in my workout gear. I yelled to Chance through the bathroom door as I brushed my teeth. “What are we doing? I like yoga.”
“Yoga isn’t a real workout. I usually weight train and run on the treadmill for forty-five minutes for my cardio.”
“Okay. Maybe the gym will have both¸ and we can do our own thing.” I opened the bathroom door and walked out, ready to go.
“That’s what you’re wearing to the gym?”
I looked down. My tummy was bare, but I didn’t think it looked too suggestive or odd. “What’s wrong with this?”
“Nothing.” He turned off the TV and grabbed my hand on the way to the door. “Guess I’m doing yoga today, too.”
We actually compromised in the gym. He took a yoga class with me, and then we ran on side-by-side treadmills for a half an hour. After, we were both starving. Last night, we’d talked about staying another night, so I broached the subject on the way to breakfast. “Were you serious about wanting to stay again tonight?”
“I’d stay forever if we could.” Those little things he said gave me hope, even though he’d all but written the words never gonna happen on my forehead.
“Well, then tonight is my night. You got to pick what we did last night. Now, it’s my turn.”
Chance squinted and held my gaze for a heartbeat too long. “I’m game.”
“Great.” I smiled. “I want to go visit Esmerelda Snowflake this morning. She’s probably scared.”
“We’re paying a pampered pet place eighty dollars a day to babysit that thing. They give him three squares, and it sleeps in air conditioning, when it normally lives outside and walks in front of speeding BMWs. And you’re worried it’s scared this morning?”
“It’s my day. Did I complain when you got to pick whatever we did?”
“I only got a night. Why is it that you’re getting a whole day and night?”
“Because.”
He chuckled. “Good answer, Counselor. Do you argue that well in court?”
“Shut up.” I grasped for something. “I get a whole day and night because you made me go to a strip club and get a lap dance.”
“Table for two,” Chance said as we arrived at the hostess station of the buffet. Then he turned his attention back to me. “You liked it. I think you even got a little turned on.”
“I did not.” My face reddened.
Chance spoke to the hostess as she seated us. The woman was probably in her late sixties, not that he cared. “She got a lap dance from a stripper last night and won’t admit to liking it.”
The woman smiled and shook her head. Her Jamaican accent was thick when she spoke. “No shame here, sweetheart. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. You enjoy a little shakity-shake if you want to. Can go back to being your conservative self on Monday. I’ll grab you some coffee, and you can help yourselves to the buffet whenever you’re ready.” She walked away.
“Come on. Admit it. You liked it. That woman’s ass grinding down on you.” Chance shrugged. “I know I liked it.”
“Why do you enjoy making me admit things that are embarrassing?” I’d already confessed one embarrassing thing; I had no intention of offering anything else.
“You mean like when you admitted you pleasured yourself?”