I don’t like her being here, but I sure as hell can have some fun with this.
An afternoon nap leaves me feeling much better than I did this morning. I have enough energy to get a workout in, so I hop out of bed and get ready for the gym.
One of the reasons I bought this place when I signed with the Stars was the fact that I have my own gym. I can work out without people gawking at me while I do.
What I wasn’t counting on, though, was me doing some gawking of my own.
Lucia is already in here, having started her own workout while I was still sleeping.
I’m thankful her back is still turned to me because now she can’t see the way I’m eyeing her. Tight athletic leggings clinging to her legs and just a black sports bra on top. I avert my gaze when she turns around, but I still catch the way the fabric stretches across her tits.
“I didn’t hear you come in,” she says quickly, taking out one of her earbuds. “Do you want me to leave?”
“What?” I ask. “Why would I ask you to leave?”
“I mean, I’m pretty sure you’re used to working out alone. I’m not trying to distract you.”
“You’re not going to distract me. Carry on. I’m going to do my own thing.”
Lucia nods before replacing her earbud and getting back to the dumbbells in front of her.
I decide to settle on the treadmill at the back of the room. I start out at a walking pace before moving up to a steady jog.
It’s nice and relaxing, and Lucia isn’t at all distracting.
…until she decides to start doing squats.
I about fall off the damn treadmill when she does that. She thankfully misses the commotion, and I right myself before she ever notices.
But that doesn’t mean I take my eyes off of her. My gaze remains fixed on her through every motion, and this whole roommate thing just got much more difficult.
Life would be a lot easier if she wasn’t so goddamn attractive. Olive-toned skin. Plump lips. Sleek black hair. Hips I’d like to—
…
Hips I’d like to donothingwith because I donotwant to fuck Lucia Torres.
I think my dick might, though.
Scratch that—my dickdefinitelydoes. That’s clear by the way it’s tenting my fucking shorts.
But does that mean I’m going to?
Nope.
There’s no chance I’ll end up in Lucia’s bed.
With the way my blood doesn’t seem to want to leave my traitorous appendage, I decide to cut my workout short.
I need a cold shower.
Areallycold shower.
So that’s what I do. I suffer through a shower almost as cold as the ice baths the trainers have us use. And it works.
Temporarily.
As soon as it goes down, my mind decides to fuck with me by replaying Lucia as she did her squats. And my dick springs right back up.