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Leaving Mickey behind, I scan the gym, telling myself that I’m just seeing who’s here and not looking for her.
I find Alex and Nico now in the ring that Emmie and Xander were in, but I see no sign of either of them.
Alex catches my eye as he gets Nico in a headlock and tilts his chin in the direction of the ladies’ locker room.
Images of the two of them in there together fill my mind, and I take off before I’ve even thought about what I’m doing.
My fingers curl into fists as I march across the gym and push through the door.
Thankfully, I’m not immediately met by the image of Xander nailing Emmie against the wall as was just playing out in my mind, there don’t seem to be any grunts and groans of pleasure coming from deeper in the room, either.
But the sound of running water does hit my ears, and my curiosity gets the better of me.
My shoes squeak against the tiles, but it’s not enough to alert anyone to my arrival, and I soon discover that Emmie isn’t expecting me… because when I come to a stop in the doorway that leads to the showers, I find her standing with her back to me, water sluicing down her skin and over her round arse.
This was probably a mistake.
But despite knowing that, I don’t turn around and walk out unnoticed.
Instead, I lift my hands and curl my fingers around the doorframe as I watch her.
Taking a step back from the water, she reaches for her shampoo and sets about washing her long, dark hair.
All the while, I stand there like a fucking creep, watching her every move with my cock trying to punch its way out of my trousers and my need to make her turn around becoming almost too much to bear.
I should walk away before she sees me. I know I should. But despite the fact that my head knows it, my body doesn’t make any attempt to move.
My first clue that she knows I’m here is that she doesn’t turn to wash the bubbles from her hair. The second is her voice, which scares the shit out of me because I was lost watching the white foam race down the smooth skin of her spine and over her arse.
“Take a photo if you want. It’ll last longer.”
“Who said I didn’t the last time?”
The last reaction I expect from her is laughter, but that’s what I get.
“Of course you did. Don’t tell me, you printed it, pinned it to your wall and now spend your free time throwing darts at it.”
“Something like that, yeah,” I mutter, knowing full well that if I did have a naked picture of her on my phone then I’d be doing something very different with it.
“So, did you actually want something?” she asks, her voice as cool as ever despite the fact that she’s completely naked before me.
Releasing the doorframe, I scrub my hand over my face, willing myself to walk away, but all I find myself doing is leaning my shoulder against it and continuing to watch her.
My fucking need for this woman, despite the fact that she drives me to the edge of insanity, clearly knows no bounds. Just like my complete lack of care for her privacy.
“You should probably leave,” she continues when I don’t answer her question. “Xander’s meeting me here in a minute. I can’t imagine he’ll be too impressed with an audience.”
She shoots a look over her shoulder, a knowing smirk curling at her lips when she catches the furious expression on my face.
No one ever gets to see under my mask. Okay, maybe the guys on occasion. But not a girl. Never a fucking girl.
Until this one.
“I don’t have an issue with watching,” I lie, folding my arms over my chest.
“Right,” she mutters, combing the conditioner through the lengths of her hair before grabbing the shower gel and squeezing a blob into the palm of her hand.
