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He wears a navy blue tee over black athletic pants. On anyone else, the combination would have been disastrous, but he somehow manages to pull it off. I feel a pang of annoyance at the way my body stirs as he rakes his icy blue eyes over my form, deliberately. When our eyes meet, I can see that he wants me to know that he is checking me out.
Dick.
I silently curse my body for still being attracted to someone like him. But no.
No.
It had to be him.
Five years since the last time I saw him and I am still affected by that cool assessing look in his eyes, the heat in them when they pin me to the spot.
I skip a step and scowl.
No way in hell is he dragging me through this again.
Ron is right.
What we had was not a relationship. We flirted with each other and he then broke his own rule of not sleeping with his employees. Of course, I resigned, not wanting the humiliation of being fired.
I spin around and I feel the way he watches me, that hint of desire smoldering in his hooded eyes. I can see it from across the room. And had I not been affected by it, I would have used it to gain the upper hand.
As the class ends, I take a swig from my bottle of water, grabbing a towel and patting the sweat off of my forehead and neck.
I don’t approach him.
He does approach me.
He doesn’t walk; he stalks.
When he reaches me, I remark, forcing my voice to be casual and insulting. “You always did have a knack for being creepy.”
He doesn’t say anything for a few moments. “I meant to get in touch with you yesterday, but something came up.”
I take another swig from my bottle. “Of course it did. Was she blonde with big blue eyes? That’s always been your type.”
His eyes follow the drop of sweat that makes its way into my cleavage before glancing at me, his eyes gleaming. “I’ve always preferred brunettes.”
I want to scowl at the implication, but I hold on to my self-control. “People usually call before showing up. I don’t offer trial sessions anymore. Make sure to pay Lorraine for the class before you leave.”
He raises a brow. “I already did. Your receptionist was very insistent upon it.”
I wish he hadn’t so that I could see the satisfaction of watching him actually take out money from his wallet to pay for crashing my class.
I start walking. “We can talk in my office. Come on.”
He always did walk quietly.
When he closes the door of my office behind him, I feel him study the room.
It isn’t overly large, but it is comfortable. Hues of blue and beige with a splash of gold, it is tastefully designed with a bookshelf in the cor
ner and photographs against the wall. There is a large couch at the end of the room under the window where I sometimes nap, or Mila does if I have a class and nobody can watch her. I have a small desk with two very tiny chairs for visitors.
Zayn glances at me. “You’ve put together quite a business.”
I sit down in my chair and gesture towards a seat. “Thanks. Take a seat.”
From the way he looks at me, I know he’s figured out what I am doing.
