Page 32 of Forgotten Comeback
I chuckle, moving the bar into position. “Aww, now man-eater, don’t be so vanilla.” With a woman like Taylor, on her back would be thelastposition I’d choose. On her knees, being the first. I’d make her submit, and she’d fucking hate every second of it…
“Either count, or shut up,” she barks at me, lifting the bar.
“One. Two….” How’s a man supposed to count with Taylor’s nipples poking out of that barely there sports bra and my dick trying to poke out of my mesh gym shorts? “Ten.”
“That was eleven,” Taylor says between her teeth.
“Eleven. Give me one more,” I coax, my voice sounding strained, and I’m not the one lifting.
Her arms begin trembling, but she pushes through as I help guide the bar up.
“Good gir—I mean job. Good job.” I load the bar on the rack before offering Taylor a hand up.
Taylor
Ignoring Gavin’s hand, I sit up while praying he doesn’t notice my pebbled nipples. I should really start wearing a sweatshirt in this gym, lest Gavin thinks he’s somehow responsible.
Which he’s fuckingnot. It’s drafty in this old building, that’s all.
“Gavin!” A drop-dead gorgeous woman calls. “Could you help me with this machine?”
“Excuse me, man-eater. Duty calls.” Gavin winks at me before taking off.
“Enjoy the ego stroking,” I call after him, a feeling simmering below the surface that I’d rather not analyze.
I finish my workout, ignoring Gavin, even though I can feel the man’s eyes on me.
Crossing the gym, I find Kat on the treadmill where I left her, walking at a snail’s pace. “You didn’t even break a sweat,” I tell her, wiping my own sweaty brow with a towel.
“Hey, you told me to do my own thing, so I did! Ready for brunch?” She hits the stop button and hops down from the machine.
“Yes, but I need a shower first, seeing as I actually worked out,” I tease her.
“Bully for you,” Kat says.
We walk to the locker room and grab our bags.
“I’ll meet you outside,” Kat tells me, and I nod.
Taking a quick shower, I towel off and throw on a dress and sandals. My wet hair gets piled on top of my head, and when I step out and through the gym, I can feel Gavin’s eyes on me.
What game is this man playing?
No, the real question is why I keep letting him push my buttons…
“It must be exhausting living in that head of yours.” Gavin appears at the door, holding it open for me.
You have no idea.
Ignoring him, I step outside, but the man follows me like a bad credit score, which I am sonotthinking about right now. “I lead with my brain instead of my sexual organs. You should try it sometime.”
“Real-ly? And that brain led you into a situationship, I mean arelationship, with a straight woman. Interesting.”
Don’t let him push your buttons. Don’t let him push your buttons.
“Bye, Gavin,” I say in a bored tone.
He grins, the gold rings around his gray eyes sparkling in the sunshine. “See you around, man-eater.” He heads in the opposite direction from where Kat and I parked.
