I handed him one black canvas bag, then added a rolled-up towel and a water bottle.
“Oh. Good thinking, let me.” He began fishing for his phone again, presumably to pay for the added items.
“On the house,” I said.
“That’s not…”
“You’re a longtime member, aren’t you?”
He blinked. “I guess. A couple of years.”
“On the house,” I repeated.
He smirked, quirking one eyebrow, and damn, he was pretty.
Judging by the faint lines around his mouth and large dark eyes, he must have been over thirty, but his playful smile looked youthful and boyish. There was something about this guy that made my pulse race whenever I spotted him. And now that I was actually talking to him? It was all butterflies and fireworks in my rib cage.Damn.
He was so tiny that I could fit him in my pocket, but he exuded strength and something else… Experience? Just walking,talking sex appeal. Seriously, everything about this guy was like catnip to me.
Today, with how quiet it was in here, maybe I could grab a moment with him. Not that I should be hitting on customers. But if I merely suggested that I was interested and one thing led to another…
Was I seriously considering flirting with him? How unprofessional would that be?
“Thank you,” the omega said.
Then he gathered his purchases and swiped his membership card by the turnstile. For a second, his name popped up on the monitor.
Jay Urban.
He nodded at Ziggy and took off toward the dressing rooms. And yes, I did check out his ass in his slacks. I couldn’t help it. Perfect palmfuls.
“Chase’s chasing cougars,” Ziggy sang quietly next to me.
I punched his arm. “Fuck off.”
I keptone eye on him during his workout. He looked sinfully good in that singlet. His defined shoulders and the lean muscles on his arms rippled as he went through sets on the pulley machine.
Jay. I had a silly urge to try the name on my tongue.
Then he approached the benches by the mirrors, and I was racing toward him.
“Do you need me to spot you?”
He whipped his head around. “Huh?”
“I can spot you.”
“Oh. I don’t want to take up your time.”
“Seriously?” I gestured around.
There was one man on the treadmill in the opposite corner, and one older alpha was puffing and grunting in the weights room. The third and last customer had just disappeared into the showers. Ziggy sat by the reception desk, his feet up, watching something on his phone with his earbuds in.
The omega took in the almost empty gym and let out a chuckle. “You don’t seem overly busy.”
“It’s nothing but tumbleweeds here, and I’m bored out of my mind.”
“Okay, then.”
