Page 54 of Quake
She rolled her eyes. “Caleb…”
“What?” I shrugged, throwing in a wink for good measure.
“I think I need to burn some calories,” she replied. “In the gym to begin with.”
I wiggled my eyebrows. “That gives me hope. Leave some for me.”
“Don’t worry, there’s plenty that needs burning.”
“How was work today?” I asked as I followed her to the back of the studio.
“Ugh, my boss is obsessed with cock bulges,” she declared.
I laughed, shaking my head. “Cock bulges?”
“There was a focus group to select a new cover for a romance today,” she explained. “Apparently, a little cock bulge sends the consumers wild. Up to forty percent more, in fact.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said, my cock twitching.
“You could do it, you know.”
“Do what? I’m pretty sure we’ve already determined my cock can bulge just fine.”
“No,” she said with a laugh. “Model for a book cover.”
“Model?” I snorted, rolling my eyes. “Nope.”
“Why not? You’ve got the goods.”
“Nah, I don’t think flexing in front of a camera is my thing. It’s a little vein for me.”
“Really? If you reconsider, I can hook you up.”
“I’ll pass.”
I took my usual position, shouldering the bag to stop it from swinging too much, and she raised her fists.Right, left, right.She went through a few repetitions, just the way I’d taught her, before settling into a rhythm.
Watching her best I could from my obscured vantage point, I tried to think of the right words. How did you ask the woman you cared about if she wanted to meet your demanding parents? It wasn’t exactly an easy thing to do. From the little she’d told me, her parents sounded a little intense themselves. Maybe she would understand.
Juliette paused, her gaze searching mine. “You’re fidgeting.”
“Sorry.”
She frowned. “Something happen today?”
“My father called,” I began, knowing I’d have to bring up the demand for dinner sooner rather than later.
“I don’t like that look,” she murmured, cupping my face with her boxing gloves.
“They want to meet you,” I blurted.
Juliette cocked her head to the side, her forehead creasing. “You told them about me?”
“Uh, not exactly…”
Her eyebrows rose as her hands fell away.
“Dad jumped to conclusions that day he was here. Before we…” It was a lame explanation, but thankfully, she seemed to buy it. It was completely plausible.
