No, no, no.
This really wasn’t the time.
Not when he was standing a few feet in front of me.
‘Eleanor?’ Mr Devlin’s deep voice sounded.
‘Ye-yes?’ I came back to my senses.
‘Why are you in the gym? Was there something else you needed?’
‘I…’ My mind went blank.
Whilst it was empty, the devil had taken up residency.
And now it was telling me that there was something I really did need from my boss.
A good rogering.
My eyes dropped between his legs and when I realised I was staring at his cock, I whipped my head back up again.
‘Eleanor?’ he repeated. ‘Why are you here?’
‘I came to… work out,’ I said quickly.
‘In those clothes?’ He frowned.
‘No, I was going change, but I came to see how busy the gym was first. I’m going to get ready,’ I said. ‘Right now.’
Thankfully, I was able to move and I hurried out of the gym and into the changing room.
I sat on the bench with my head in my hands.
Everything was going so well. He said he liked my ideas. I’d impressed him. But then I had to mess it up by having those silly inappropriate thoughts again.
Gah.
I changed into my Lycra vest and cycling shorts. Yep. I definitely needed to work out. Everything felt much tighter than usual.
After grabbing a bottle of water, I headed to the gym.
Seeing as it took me a good ten minutes to get changed, I hoped Mr Devlin would’ve finished his workout and left by the time I returned.
No such luck.
When I turned the corner, I saw Mr Devlin was still there. He was back on the treadmill. He was running slightly slower this time though.
‘I didn’t realise you’d still be here,’ I said as I approached the empty treadmill beside him.
Running next to him wasn’t ideal, but now I was here, I might as well use it.
Mr Devlin’s head snapped up. When he caught sight of me, his eyes bulged then raked over me. His gaze travelled from my shoulders, past my chest, down to my legs, then back again.
His jaw dropped open like he was about to say something.
But before he got to speak, he lost his footing, slid off the treadmill and landed on the floor with a thud.
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