Page 10 of One Little Mistake
“Shit. Sorry,” I mumble, suddenly way too aware of how inappropriate I’m being.
“It’s, ah—”
“This is an injury I know well. I just … I just thought I could help. We have a trainer that works here and has had to stretch me out more times than I want to admit. Can I … can I help you?”
She inhales sharply, and I get the sense that accepting help, in any form, is not easy for her. Her bottom lip catches between her teeth as she nods. I shouldn’t be staring at her mouth when I’m hovering above her like this, and if I don’t get my shit together, she’ll have a very big case for sexual harassment.
Straightening her leg, I shift so I don’t embarrass either of us, and fold her knee into her chest again, holding it for a count of ten.
“You’re really flexible.”What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Yup.”
Her eyes go wide and I realize I’ll probably have to speak to HR about this.
Taking her leg, I place the back of her knee on my shoulder and lean into her. Whoever came up with these stretches must have been into some sort of tantric sex or something. Danny will never be able to stretch me out again without me remembering what Lexi looks like beneath me.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” my brother, Colton’s, teasing voice comes from behind.
Lexi flinches and manages to knee me in the face in her hurry to escape my grasp.
“Fucking hell, Lex.”
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry.”
Colton’s laughter gets louder as blood pours from my nose.Jesus Christ.
“I have a hamstring injury from college,” Lexi explains.
“You don’t owe him any explanations,” I grumble while ripping my shirt over my head to hold against my nose.
“You know, we have a trainer who would be more than happy to help you with that, Lexi. And he has actually gone to school to know what he’s doing,” Colt ribs.
Now I have to fire Danny.
“Nah, I’m fine. I just haven’t exercised in a while. I-I’m going to get cleaned up. East, your first appointment is at eight-thirty. I’ll see you down there.”
She runs from the gym so fast I’m surprised I don’t see sparks trailing behind her.
“That was … interesting.”
“Don’t fucking start with me, Colt,” I say, pushing away from the mat.
“The view at the gym just got a whole lot better, don’t you think?”
“Cut the shit, Colt. I know what you’re doing.”
Leaning against the wall, he observes me. “Do you? What am I doing? I’m just making small talk. You’re the one who was getting cozy with Lexi-con.”
“Lexi-con? What the hell are you talking about?”
“I don’t know. She seems like a force of nature that’s about to knock you right on your ass.”
“Fuck off. I’ve got shit to do.” I’m so tempted to tell him about Macomb and Dillon, even when he’s being an ass. Of all my brothers, Colton’s the first one to have your back no matter what, but seeing his shit-eating grin pisses me off, and I storm off to the showers instead.
I’m trying to get the memory of Lexi and her long fucking legs out of my head when I’m suddenly thrown back and I land on my ass with a thud. It takes me a minute to realize what the hell is going on. I’m covered in slimy, sticky … saran wrap?
Colton, gasping for breath, has me tearing at the shit covering my upper body so I can kill him.
