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The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. How dare he? The last decent sleep I had was in the womb.
My feet slapped the tiles as I stomped into the locker room, traded my gear for a plain t-shirt and jeans, and bulldozed toward the exit.
I marched by indoor basketball courts, Pilates studios, pickleball fields, and golf simulators.
The more uber-rich assholes I passed that reminded me of Zach, the more the temperature spiked inside me. I could crack an egg in my veins right now and fry it in two seconds flat.
By the time the club’s spa stretched before me, I’d added hunger to my list of reasons Zachary Sun had landed on my shit list.
Perhaps I’d begun hallucinating, because I swore that I saw Andras head inside.
Odd.
The man wouldn’t recognize a Botox needle if it stabbed him in the eye.
Frowning, I darted after him, diving to catch the door before it closed and planting a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, about our conversation…”
The man turned, and I realized it wasn’t Andras at all.
“Sorry.” I yanked back my hand. “Wrong person.”
“Hey, Fae.” Stacey, the receptionist, grinned at me from behind her station. “How’re you doing?”
“Great.” I smiled back. Lies tasted like nothing these days. “You?”
I crept toward the door without turning, too tired to carry on a conversation with someone I barely knew. The club employed us both, but I could count on one hand the number of times we’d spoken and still have fingers left over.
“Not bad. My boyfriend is taking me to Spain next month. I think he might pop the question.” She twirled a curl around her finger, eyes sweeping over the ceiling as if the drywall had her Pinterest wedding board projected on it. “Oh. I forgot to ask… Are you sick or something? Need anything?”
Common sense, maybe, with the way I’ve been thinking about my asshole boss.
I frowned. “No, why?”
“No reason.” She tucked her pen behind her ear. “It’s just that I saw your student entering the sauna, so I figured you canceled your class.”
“What do you mean you saw my student?” I scratched my temple. “He was here?”
“Heishere.” She cocked her head to the back of the spa. “In the sauna. If he hasn’t evaporated by now.” She giggled. “Been in there for forty minutes.”
Son of a…
He’d made it to the venue but never went in? Why?
I bit the corner of my cheek, cursing my foolishness. I’d forgotten rule number one in life: never expect anything from anyone. It only leads to disappointment.
“Excuse me.” I ramped up my fake smile, already headed to the sauna. “I think I left something back there.”
She frowned. “But you never went in?—”
Her voice drifted into the distance with the speed I trotted past her. Latent anger drummed a beat against my veins.
Something else intertwined with it.
Excitement—at the prospect of seeing him in nothing but a towel.
Correction—at the prospect ofmaiminghim in nothing but a towel.
Zach sat alone in the deserted sauna, head pressed against the shadowed wall, oblivious to the Peeping Tom before him.
