Page 26 of Spin The Bottle
Damn, I guess it’s time to lift.
I turn off the machine, coming to a stop before I jump off, walking over towards where she’s holding a weight bar on her shoulders, dropping into a squat.
Holy— I turn my head and find the bench press empty. Perfect. I lie down on the seat, shuffling back. My hands grip the bar, and I lift the weight, dropping it down to my chest. A grunt leaves me as I lift it back up and repeat.
I don’t get past three reps when a shadow casts across my face making me look up, seeing no other than—
“Leila,” I flash her a grin, setting the bar on the rack. She’s upside down and angry, but somehow, she still looks hot.
“Are you following me?” she asks.
I sit up, grab my water bottle off the floor, and take a gulp. I tilt my head as I look back at her, resisting the urge to laugh when I see the scowl painted on her face, her hands propped up on her hips. “Just purely coincidental,” I tell her.
“A coincidence?” she repeats.
I shrug, my eyes trailing down the sliver of tanned skin below her black sports bra. “Water leak. My gym closed down. Had no other option.”
I lie back down on the bench, gripping the handle. My eyes look up, seeing her still standing above me. “Besides, I don’t get a view like this in my gym,” I tease her.
Her hand presses against the handle, not allowing me to pick up the weights. I grunt, smiling at her. “Are you going to spot me, baby?”
Her green eyes narrow at me. “Don’t call me that.”
“What do you want me to call you?” She rolls her eyes, letting out a frustrated groan and walks away. Where the hell did she go? I drop my hands from the bar, attempting to sit up, but before I can, a hard press of her hand against my chest pushes me back down. I look up, seeing her standing above me, legs on either side of me. Holy fuck.
“Why don’t I believe you?” she asks, practically straddling me.
I try to lift myself up, but she presses me back down. I grunt, feeling her heat over her leggings. Jesus. I let out a laugh, my hands drifting up to her hips. “Careful, Leila.” Her eyes widen when I grip her hips. “You’re playing a dangerous game.” One I’d love to play, but the way she stands and steps back tells me she didn’t think before she straddled me on a gym bench.
I finally sit up and look up at her. The blush on her cheeks makes my chest pound. I would bet it has nothing to do with her workout and everything to do with me. “That was quite a show,” I tell her, standing up from the bench. “We could do it again if you give me your number,” I suggest, lifting my brows.
She assesses me for a second, shaking her head. “Why are you pushing this so hard?”
My brows furrow. “What?”
“At first, I thought it was a pride thing. I said no, so it made you want me, but now I don’t know.”
A pride thing? “C’mon, Leila. Don’t act coy. I know you want me too.”
She looks up, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. I note how she hasn’t denied it, but then her eyes narrow. “And what’s in it for you?”
I shrug. “The pleasure of your company.”
She lets out a scoff. “You never quit, do you?”
“I told you,” I say, stepping closer to her. “I don’t give up. And I don’t lose.”
She tilts her head. “And if I say no?”
My hands itch to touch her face, but I keep them by my side, stuffing them in my pockets. “You won’t. You want this as much as I do.”
Her eyes keep my hold for what seems like eternity, until she finally sighs and steps back, reaching into her bag. Holy shit. She holds out her hand and glances at me. “Phone,” she orders.
I pull my phone out of my pocket, grinning when I hand it over to her. “As you wish.”
She lets out a scoff, the corner of her lips turning up into a smile and starts typing away on my phone. A few seconds later, she hands it back to me, and a laugh escapes me when I see what she saved her number as.
“‘Never going to happen’?” I ask, reading out her contact name.
