Page 30 of Ravage

I pull my car up in front of the twenty-four hour gym I joined a few months ago. I used to go to a private gym with my ex, but when I found her giving the trainer a blow-job in the back room a year ago, we decided it was best we parted ways. Last I heard, she'd shacked up with him and I eventually found a new workout place.

I nod to the young woman manning the desk and head towards the weights area. Getting myself set up with a little circuit of weights, I put my ear buds in and hit play on my workout playlist, determined to just switch off from everything for a while, until it's time to go to work again.

Half an hour later, I move on to the leg press, sliding theweight plates into place before easing into the low seat. As I'm about to start my first set, a figure steps into my line of sight. A figure with curves for days, long brown hair and plump, red lips.

Sighing, I pull out my ear buds and look up at her. "Hi, Annika."

She grins at me, popping her hip out. "Hey, hot stuff."

After spending an hour with her on Friday night, I worked out she communicates purely through flirting. She's obviously friendly, and under normal circumstances, I'd flirt back, but there is absolutely no way that her presence here is by chance, and I'm tired of people from Dark Desires surprising me constantly.

"To what do I owe this massive coincidence?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

She's dressed in activewear, so at least she's giving the illusion of working out. Her clothes leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, though. Her round arse fits snuggly in the short shorts that match the low-cut crop top to shows off her ample cleavage. I never even knew they made workout gear like that.

I'd blush, but I've seen her in lingerie... and she was completely naked when I said my goodbyes on Friday night.

She mock pouts. "Can't a girl just randomly show up at the same gym as the hot paramedic that fucked her best friend's brains out and turned her into mush?"

That gets my full attention. "What?"

She smiles. "Yeah, I thought you'd find that interesting." She moves to sit gracefully beside me with her legs crossed, so that I don't have to keep looking up at her from the low seat of the leg press.

"Okay, you have my attention, Annika... How did you know I was here, by the way? And don't tell me it was Sebastian, cause that's just too fucking creepy."

She laughs, a low, throaty laugh that would normally have shot straight to my dick, if I wasn't so hung up on her best friend.

"I peeked in your file and was delighted to discover we use the samegym chain. This isn't my usual club, and I usually prefer to work out on site at DD, but after a little sleuthing, based on the last three days, I worked out you'd be here around now."

Well... at least she was honest about stalking me.

"How did you see my file? No, wait. Why do I evenhavea file?"

She rolls her eyes. "Connell is halfway in love with me, so it wasn't hard to get him to look the other way when I had questions. And of course you have a file. Sebastian has a file on everyone who comes to the club."

I open my mouth to say how fucked up that is, but she puts her finger to my lips, silencing me.

"You are focusing on the wrong part here, Cameron Peter Collins." I glare at her, and she laughs again. "What you should be focusing on is the fact that Imogen is a complete catch, and apparently you rocked her world so hard she didn't know which way was up by the time you were done giving her a ridiculous amount of orgasms."

My inner caveman roars in triumph, but I keep my expression neutral and study her closely.

"Does she know you're here spilling all her secrets?"

She grimaces. "Abso-fucking-lutely not. And it will stay that way. But I get the feeling, based on the way you were devouring her with your eyes when I fucked her with my fingers on Friday night, that you have some fairly indecent thoughts about her, too." She doesn't lower her voice, and I glance around to make sure no one heard her.

Thank god most of the other patrons are wearing headphones.

Guess the way I'd watched the pair of them together hadn't escaped the pretty brunette's attention, even when I thought she'd been preoccupied with getting Imogen to come. It had been one of the hottest things I've ever seen in person, even though I'd literally been watching a woman getting railed by two guys on the bed seconds before. I'm sure watching two women make out and turning hard as a rock makes me a fairly predictable red-bloodedmale. Although, it turns out I'd also gotten hard watching a man get fucked by another guy, so I guess I have more layers than I thought.

"So, what are you telling me all this for?" I ask, clearing my throat as I try to dispel the lingering arousal that all of these memories are causing.

"Do you want to see her again?" she asks bluntly.

I blink. This all feels very high school right now, and as a thirty-five-year-old man, I don't do high school anymore.

"I wouldn't say no. But she made it pretty clear that she wasn't interested in it being more than that one time when she literally fled the room afterwards."

Annika sighs, shaking her head. "Look, Imogen is complicated. I mean, we all have our issues, but she doesn't do feelings. She likes to fuck hard and often, without forming attachments. But you, Cam... You made her feel things. And that's why she ran."

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