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“Okay, be cool. Be cool. Be cool!” I chant like a teenager when their crush asks her to prom.
:Elle:If you don’t mind a smelly sweaty version of me.
:Rhett:Don’t talk dirty to me. ;)
Cold shower it is.
:Elle:I’ll text you when I’m done to find out where to meet you.
:Rhett:Sounds good
With more enthusiasm than I should have for a shower, I get in and wash quicker than I can remember ever doing. When I’m out and dried off, I spend way too long deciding on my workout outfit.
Deciding on all black, I pull on my yoga pants, sports bra, and tank top. Classic white tennis shoes round out my outfit. I look at the time on my watch and find that if I’m going to make my park class, I need to move what my mama gave me. Grabbing my yoga mat, I rush out the door.
Locking up and taking the thankfully free elevator down to the first floor. The park is just down the block from my house so if I power walk there I should make it.
I walk up to the class as the instructor is calling everyone to take their place on their mats. Finding a free space, I unroll mine and take my position.
After a good yoga session and working up a light sweat I hang out, chatting with some acquaintances in the class.
“So, have you met anyone yet?” one of the women asks me. I can’t remember her name. But she asks me the same question each class. It seems like she does so she can rub her relationship in my face.
To say it brings more than a little joy to tell her the opposite, is an understatement.
“Actually, I have,” I say with a sugar-coated smirk on my face.
The shock on her face quickly morphs into a fake smile. “Do tell.”
Oh, crap. I didn’t think past being able to shut her up with the recent development in my romantic life. How do I answer this? I doubt telling everyone that I’ve actually got three men interested in me and I’ve had a sexual encounter with two at the same time is going to be well received.
The other women are staring at me waiting for me to give them something. Deciding to go with the most upcoming date with Rhett I say, “I’m having lunch with him after this.”
“Where did you meet him?” another woman asks.
Shit.
“At a bar.” I tell a variation of the truth. The look on their faces at just that answer tells me revealing it was actually a BDSM club would be received even more poorly. Their judgemental looks are made to make me feel less than them.
To escape their judgment I pretend to get a text. “Excuse me.” I step away from them to shoot Rhett a text that I’m done.
:Elle:All done. Where do you want to meet?
:Rhett:What park are you at? I’ll pick a place close by.
:Elle:Peaks Park.
:Rhett:Perfect. That’s not far from me. I’ll meet you there.
I give my goodbyes to the women in my yoga class and head toward the main parking lot of the park.
He doesn’t keep me waiting long. In a black hoodie and gray sweatpants, Rhett jogs up to me. He is the reason women are obsessed with men in gray sweats. I can’t help but check him out. He fills them out better than any man I've ever seen in a pair.
His deep chuckle hits my ear, making the apex between my thighs drenched with my own arousal.
“See something you like?” he teases me. A deep blush creeps up my neck and cheeks making my face flame. “How was your workout?”
“Satisfying,” is his second question while avoiding the first. He lets me get away with it and moves the conversation on to our dining options.
