Page 20 of Keeping the Single Dad
On the mat by the mirrored wall, I bent over to touch my toes and stretch out my back. “What do you want me to do? I can’t turn back the clock.”
Alexander’s eyes tracked the movement as I straightened. “Why? Why pretend to be your sister?”
My teeth itched with embarrassment. Irritation stiffened my spine. I’d just run off all my excess energy and he was getting me all riled up again. “I told you I don’t want to have this conversation right now.”
He folded his arms and sighed. “Then when?”
I grabbed my water bottle and towel and sauntered toward the women’s dressing room. How about never?
“Where are you going? We both work here now. We’re going to see each other all the time. I had half a mind not to even sign that contract. This isn’t me. I don’t hook up with women and then ignore them. I can’t ignore you.”
The desperate edge to his whisper held me frozen. Still, this wasn’t my problem. He’d have to deal with it.
I fixed my gaze on the women’s changing room door. “Fun and done, remember?”
I went inside before I had to listen to his reply.
After a beat, his head appeared around the door. “Is there anyone in there besides you?” he hissed.
“No, but that doesn’t mean you can come in.”
He moved inside quickly, ducking his head. He hovered by the door, his eyes wide and imploring. “Are you really Logan Sinclair’s daughter?"
"Yes."
He reached round to rub the back of his neck, and his arm bulged with muscle. “He was my captain. This is messed up.”
“It’s fine. There’s no reason for us to have further interactions.”
I pulled my sweaty T-shirt over my head and off.
Alexander’s dark eyes widened in alarm. “What are you doing? Stay dressed. We haven’t finished talking.”
?“I’ve finished. You’re the one in the women’s changing room uninvited. It’s nothing you haven’t seen already, anyway. You were into it the other night.”
His heated gaze dropped down my body then he twisted to face the lockers. He pressed his palms over his eyes. “Twenty-two. Twenty-bloody-two! You’re a kid. I’m a dirty old man that took advantage of you. That’s what people will think.”
“If it helps, I’m nearly twenty-three.”
He pressed his lips flat. “No. That really doesn’t help.”
“I’m not a kid. We were two consenting adults having fun. You’re the one acting immature about it. We forget it happened and get on with our lives.”
He turned to face me again. His eyes slid down to my breasts nestled in my sports bra. He looked down and raked a hand through his chestnut hair. “This is just my luck. The first woman I slept with in five years and this happens.”
Surprise flew through me. "Five years?"
He nodded and pressed his lips.
“Why so long…?”
The dim pulse from the gym drifted into the silence between us. A torrent of memories flooded my mind:The weight of his solid chest on my back, pressing me into the mattress. His deep lilting voice crackling over my body. The manly scent of his sweat.
The chemistry had been off the charts. Better than I’d ever had. He’d been so commanding and authoritative. He’d taken control when he wanted but I’d taken it back when I needed, like a perfectly choreographed dance. We’d understood each other sexually. It was a rare thing. I’d never had that with a man before, and I’d had plenty of them.
He stood there, tall and straight like a towering spruce, and so devilishly handsome it made my fingers itch to drag him into the shower for round two.
He sighed and leaned back against the wall. “I suppose we’ll just have to be polite and carry on as normal?”
