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The severity of my clothing situation hits full force, and embarrassment rushes from the top of my head to the tips of my toes as I groan. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Here.” He takes the weights from my grasp and sets them down by our feet.
Covering my face, I try to get a handle on my mortification, but it’s freaking impossible. “Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now,” I repeat, the words falling out on uneven breaths.
The heat from his chest warms the small space separating us. “For what it’s worth,” Mack consoles, “you don’t have anything to worry about.”
I drop my hand to see him looking down at me sheepishly. “What do you mean I don’t have anything to worry about? Everyone saw…everything!” I almost screech, backing myself into the corner until I’m relatively covered by the wall behind me.
I knew I shouldn’t have bought these online. I was too trusting. Too excited about a good deal. But it’s how they get ya. Give a girl a good deal, and she’s sure to pounce. Just don’t let her see what they look like when she’s squatting, orbam!Big mistake.
Macklin follows me, practically pinning me against the mirrored wall as he keeps his voice low. “Calm down, Kate. It’s not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal?” I glare up at him. “You’re joking, right? Now everyone in this gym has seen me, and compared to the other girls––”
“Trust me,” he glances over his shoulder, confirming we’re still alone. “I don’t think any of the guys are complaining.”
I look around his toned body to find multiple meatheads staring at me. One of them lifts his chin. A shameless grin spreads across his face as his gaze slides down my body.
“The black lace is a nice touch,” Mack adds wryly.
I tear my attention from the meathead and meet Mack’s stare. “Tell me you’re joking.”
“You honestly think I made a lucky guess on what you’re wearing, Kate?”
My hand covers my mouth as the reality of the situation hits full force. He’s serious. He was able to see everything.
He saw my black thong.
But I don’t know what to say.
Seriously.
Ground, please open up and swallow me whole. Please? Pretty please?
“Breathe,” Macklin orders with a laugh. “If anyone’s embarrassed, it sure as hell shouldn’t be you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I demand.
He bites the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning and shakes his head like he can’t believe we’re actually having this conversation. “Trust me. You don’t wanna know.”
“Tell me,” I insist, practically stomping my foot as another wave of shame rolls through me. Might as well rip it off like a Band-Aid. Hell, maybe I started my period, too, and the blood seeped through. And it would definitely be the cherry on top of a craptastic day.
Macklin bends closer to me until his breath tickles the shell of my ear. “You’re not the one who’s walking around with a woody thanks to your little show.”
Balking, I glance down at his… Oh. My. Gosh.
Sure enough, Macklin’s dick is up, and holy cannoli, he’s hung. I can’t decide whether I should pat the guy and congratulate him for clearly having a massive penis or if I should book it to the locker room and burn my leggings on the spot. I snap my gaze up toward the ceiling and swallow thickly. I still don’t know what to say. Do I apologize for making him hard? Do I beeline to the exit and swear off gyms for the rest of my life? My face feels hot, and I fan it with my hand. This is almost as bad as waking up after a seizure and––
“Breathe,” Mack interrupts my mental freak out as if he can actually see the wheels turning in my head. I clench my hands into fists at my sides. “You have nothing to apologize for. I felt like you’d probably want to know why the guys are staring at you. Not that they wouldn’t normally, but––”
“Trust me. It’s not usually an issue,” I snap, digging my teeth into the inside of my cheek while staring at the ceiling, avoiding Macklin’s baby blues and reminding myself to breathe.
“Debatable,” he mutters. “And just so you know, when you’re not bent over, it’s not bad. It’s only when you’re doing squats and shit can I see…” His voice trails off, and he clears his throat. “Aaaand, I’m gonna go sit in my car until things calm down.” He glances at his crotch. “See ya around, Kate.”
He backs up, giving me space, and my lungs expand shakily as if only now remembering how to breathe. But Mack’s stare is what does me in. The way he’s managed to make me feel attractive without making me feel embarrassed or slimy from our interaction. Pretty sure if any other guy approached me, it would’ve turned out differently. I probably would’ve left the gym and vowed to never come back. But with Mack?
He was so kind. Even when I was biting his head off. Blake’s right. He’s a big golden retriever and was looking out for me. I shouldn’t have been a bitch. And honestly, I’m not one. Not usually. Not unless he’s around.
