Rich hadn’t laida hand on me all week because he was rarely home. When I’d see him, he’d tell me he was busy with his campaign manager and getting ready for his big announcement.
I honestly didn’t see the big deal about announcing athisparty athisown home thathewas going to run for mayor. It wasn’t as if it were going to be televised and he needed to make a long speech for Christ sake.
He hadn’t touched me all week … not even for sex. But he also hadn’t bothered to tell me when he was or wasn’t coming home, so I still felt like a prisoner at night.
I was finally able to get him to let me go shopping. He didn’t like it, but I told him that I was bored since he wasn’t coming home often. Plus, I still needed to get my dress for his party. So far,myplan was working.
Gabe happened to be shopping at the same store and damn if he didn’t look fine in a suit! I was instantly turned on when he walked out of the fitting room, asking me if the simple black suit with a white dress shirt and black tie looked all right. I wanted to answer his question by throwing him against the wall and letting him pleasure me with his hard cock—the hard cock that pressed into my backside as he whispered into my ear, soaking my panties when I was in my dress.
Gabe was right; I needed to find an attorney fast because this whole friends thing sucked ass.
Fridays were bittersweet. Rich worked and I went to the gym to meet Gabe, but then I’d have to wait an entire weekend before I saw Gabe again. When I walked into Club 24 the morning after dress shopping, I could still feel Gabe leaning into me as he’d said,“I can’t help what you do to me.”
I shivered as I recalled his words.
It felt amazing to be wanted again—to be desired. It had only been a few weeks, but I was starting to think about Gabe a ton. I hated that I could only be with him for a couple of hours a day. I wanted to go to the gym, Starbucks and then on a date with him. I didn’t want to go home and wait for Rich—ifhe came home for the night.
Just like every morning I went to the gym, I waited for Gabe to arrive. I began to warm up with a brisk walk on the treadmill where he knew to find me. Usually, after they arrived, Paul went his separate way and Gabe picked a treadmill next to me that wasn’t being used. We’d run together without talking, stealing a few glances here and there. Knowing he was there to see me felt good—really good. I was starting to have feelings for him, especially afterfeelinghow much he wanted me the day before.
Today, instead of jumping on the treadmill, Gabe handed me a folded piece of paper. I smiled, looking from the paper and back to meet his green eyes. Without a word, he turned and walked away. I furrowed my eyebrows as I opened the paper, trying not to trip as I continued to walk on the treadmill.
Angel,
I wanna get sweaty with you.
Meet me in a racquetball court.
Mr. Green Eyes
That whole “trying not to trip” thing, went out the window. I tripped over my feet and clung to the rails of the treadmill, trying not to fall and make a fool out of myself. After steadying myself, I stopped the machine and wiped it down, not knowing what I was doing. I was still married, but I wanted to see what Gabe meant.
I took hesitant steps as I looked around, wondering who was watching as I walked down the stairs to the racquetball courts. I finally found Gabe in the last court, leaning against the wall in his black workout shorts and a black fitted tank top that showed off his strong arms. His legs were crossed, and he held two racquets in one hand and a blue ball in the other.
So he meant get sweaty by actually playing racquetball …
“I don’t know how to play,” I admitted, closing the door behind me.
He shrugged with a smirk. “Me either.”
Walking the few steps to where he stood, I said, “But you want to play?”
He pushed off of the wall, reaching out to hand me a racquet. “Figured it would be fun.”
I chuckled. “All right. Do you know the rules?”
“Rules are made to be broken, angel.” God his fucking smile was plastered across his face and I wanted to run up to him and kiss him again.
I bit my bottom lip and smiled. “Not in sports. That’s called … cheating.” I hesitated on the words as a slight pain pinged my heart. “All right,” I shrugged and reached my hand out to take the racquet that was slightly smaller than the ones I’ve seen for tennis. “I go first.”
He laughed and tossed me the ball. I bounced it then swung the racquet and hit the blue rubber ball against the far wall. It flew passed my head and bounced near Gabe where he swung and hit it on a different wall. I went for it and missed.
“Point for me.” He nodded a cocky nod.
I glared at him. “How do you even know you hit it on the right wall?”
He shrugged. “I don’t, but we can play that whoever misses it, loses the point.”
I tilted my head a little, still giving him my evil eye. “You’ll hit it over my head. You’re stronger than me.”
