Page 36 of Cruel Debts
And if it ended up turning into something hotter than a game of cat and mouse? Well, you wouldn't hear me complain.
And I doubted he would, either. If he did, it wouldn't be for long.
"Is it okay to set up wherever I want?"
He didn't even look up as he lay down and held the ball above his head, his heels and shoulders rising just barely off the floor with a grunt. "Yeah, sure, do whatever. Just stay clear of the heavy equipment in case someone else comes in."
It was the asscrack of dawn. The only other people coming in here at this ungodly hour to work out were either really, certifiably insane, or masochistic.
I was just horny and really desperate.
I stretched out my limbs first, uneager to get cramps even for the sake of my mission. When I finished, I stood up, catching the first of many sideways glances Liam shot in my direction. He looked away quickly, thinking he hadn't been caught, but I pegged him from a mile away.
Liam wasn't as immune to my physique as he liked to pretend.
"Ahhh," I groaned, stretching my arms above my head. "I missed the yoga classes we used to do back home. Mom got so into them at one point, she was dragging me to a lesson twice a day."
"I'd think your mother has enough money to hire a personal trainer," Liam said with another grunt. His hands reached for a bigger medicine ball, and I watched as his brow beaded with sweat, his concentration failing him any time his eyes betrayed his interest.
"Oh, she did," I quipped back, looping a resistance band around my ankles as I got into position. "But we went to the local arboretum to have the yoga lessons, because she insisted it boosted her absorption of the health benefits."
"Dumb," he mumbled, and I laughed, the sound reverberating off the walls around us.
"Agreed." I leaned over, letting my shoulders roll forward as I shifted just slightly, so that Liam could see my head when he looked directly at me, but my ass was on full display in the mirror. If he tried to look away, he'd get an eyeful of it in these tight pants, which was exactly what I was hoping for. "They always did have more money than common sense."
"Your parents are good people," he said slowly, his eyes flicking to the mirror as I spread my legs a little bit and bent further forward, reaching for the band with a hand so I could really fold myself over. "They raised you and Keehn to be great people."
At the mention of Keenh, I faltered, just a little, as my memory reminded me why exactly I was even in this shithole town to begin with. "Keehn raised me, not them. And he raised himself, with the help of his nanny, if we're being honest."
"Your parents?—"
"Paid for the very best of everything, sure, but that's all they did. Let's call a spade a spade." I stood back up, getting on my hands and knees, to run through some more challenging positions. "Do you work out this intensely all the time?"
He hadn't moved in at least two minutes, the medicine ball in his hands stationary as he watched me. "Ah," he muttered, clearing his throat. "I go easier twice a week, but usually, I'm always intense."
"Oh." I bend forward, arching my back as I wriggle my fingers across the mat, stretching as far forward as humanlypossible to put my ass in the air. "Sounds—unghhhh—like you really take care of your body."
He licks his lips, and I watch in real time as his pants grow a little tighter. "I try." His eyes were on me as I leaned back up, but they redirected just as I turned my head. "What about you? Do you keep up with the yoga or whatever, now that you're up here, and not back there?"
"I try," I echo him, grinning into the mirror. "But it's hard when there's nobody to stabilize some of the poses I like to do. The really challenging ones."
"Challenging? Yoga?" He said it like there was no way in hell anything related to yoga was difficult. Like the very thought was hilarious. "What could you possibly need more than one person for in yoga?"
"Why don't I show you?" I waved him over, and he came slowly, though the fact that he abandoned his medicine ball for me is promising. "Here, just grab onto one of my ankles and help me straighten it when I go up."
I kicked a foot in the air and watched his eyes as they trailed down the length of me, surveying where my outfit clung to every inch of my skin like a second layer. I mean, duh, it was spandex, after all. Lycra, or whatever they made these things out of these days.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes no longer bothered enough to look away.
He gripped my ankle in one hand, and then I brought the second up with the first, giving him a chance to grab it as well. When he had both of my legs in his hands, I twisted my body and spread them forward and back, pulling a midair split with his head directly above me.
The way his eyes followed the line of my legs up to my crotch was unmistakable.
Hook, line, sinker.
"This pose is one of the more challenging ones, because it's so hard to balance alone. But I'm pretty good at it solo." The lilt of my words hopefully hinted at the presence of a double meaning in them. I thought I was making it perfectly clear what I meant.
Though, Liam was still a man, after all. Maybe it was too subtle.
