Page 20 of Work Me


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“What are you talking about?”

“Nothing. Just, let’s just drop it, okay?”

“Okay, okay,” she puts her arms up in mock surrender.

We move on to other conversations, the weather, her ex-husband and their dog, life in general. The evening passes quickly as it always does when I hang out with Sheridan. I love her. Love spending time with her.

Yet, as I lay next to her in my bed –not sure why she didn’t walk home- and listen to her wasted snores, I can’t help but wonder what it would have been like to spend the day with someone else.

Today I wear my tie-dye pants in blue, white and deep pink, with a sports bra that matches them under a peek a boo Maxx racerback. Reese was pleased to see the outfit I laid out last night, having left me a little sticky note sometime before she left for school early this morning.

“Way to go!” it read in very neat letters. It makes me proud of myself. She’s always thought my wardrobe choices are too mish-mashed.

Meg was sent home after her elimination on Monday, and our resident trainer Tony came back. When I walk in, the class he’s leading is coming to an end. I stop and wave at him ecstatically. He waves back at me with a great smile.

He’s a great guy, maybe in his fifties. Tattooed up to his chin and tough looking, but sweet as can be. Has it bad for Julie, though she’s made it clear she has no time for that. Between running her business and taking care of her kid, he simply doesn’t fit into her life.

Obviously, I agree with her way of thinking, she’s my role model after all. But sometimes, when they think no one is looking, I can see the meaningful glances they give each other. And I think, why don’t they just get it on? Make it happen! In all likelihood, he’s given her some commitment bullshit, too.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I shake my head at him. His smile fades, and he mouths, “What?”

“Men,” I mime, then head to Julie’s office.

“I didn’t know you were coming in today,” Julie says when I walk in.

“Just working out. Tone’s probably glad to be back,” I wink my eye at her.

She ignores me. “I am going up to Sarasota for two days. Tony will be in charge while I’m gone.”

Surprised, I whine, “Tony? But I’m always in charge.”

“You’re to concentrate on the challenge.”

“But…” The look she gives me shuts me up. “Yes, ma’am.”

“And I also expect you two to behave while I’m gone,” she says, her finger going from me to someone behind me, making me turn.

Dean is leaning against the doorway, looking much too good, with a fitted black Maxx shirt and gray pants. A sigh escapes me, and Julie, who misses nothing, narrows her eyes at me.

“What?” I ask innocently. “I always behave.”

“Listen you two, everyone knows damn well there’s something going on. Don’t think I haven’t heard about the flirting. This is a serious business with an even more serious competition, not a hook-up reality show.”

Dean and I look at each other and giggle. If only he would misbehave a little more.

Julie packs up her laptop and grabs her bags. “Sounds like class is about to start,” she says as she walks out. We watch her go down the empty hall.

“Are you here to…” I start to ask, but before I can finish my sentence, Dean spins me and presses me against the wall.

His lips are hot on mine, demanding I open, which I do so gladly. The harder I pull him to me, the harder he pushes me against the wall, until I’m forced to open my legs. I moan as I feel the heat of him through the light material of my pants. Instantly I’m wet, and reduced to nothing but primal need.

Just as I reach for the door, thinking Julie’s desk is about to get ruined, he pulls away. His lips are as swollen as mine feel, his eyes glassy and unfocused.

“Why’d you do that?” I demand, entirely too turned on and annoyed.

“I wanted to get you before you said you were too sweaty.”

With a trembling hand, I pull out the band from my hair and attempt to redo a decent ponytail. “You’re being a brat, Dean. It gives away that you’re just a kid.” I raise a brow at him when he smiles and steps close to me again. Looking down between his legs, I can see he’s anything but. My breath catches and I clear my throat. I want him to press THAT against me.

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