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“Not at all, but you look all…sporty.”
“Yeah, I came from the gym. I’ve lived here for a couple of weeks now and figured I should check it out.”
I felt a flare of jealousy as I imagined her in our apartment complex’s gym, men staring at her as she ran on the treadmill, her tits bouncing up and down with each stride.
“Was it busy?” I asked.
“A little.” She grinned. “Confession—I only stayed for half an hour. My brother is staying with me and I just wanted to show him around. He’s still working out.”
She’d only mentioned one brother, so this had to be the same one she’d being crying about the other night. If he was able to make her cry from Chicago, I didn’t have a good feeling about him staying at her place.
“Are you okay?” I asked. “Is that what you want, for him to stay with you?”
I would evict that mofo in a matter of seconds if he’d edged his way into living with her. Opposing sides or not, I wouldn’t see a woman being mistreated and not intervene.
“Oh, I’m good,” she assured me. “Yes, this is definitely what I want. I offered.”
“Okay, but if anything ever comes up and you need help with it, let me know.”
She nodded and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I actually wanted to ask if we could trade numbers.”
“So, you want my number.”
A small thrill shot through me. I knew she was attracted to me, too, but she wasn’t wasting any time about it.
“If it’s okay,” she said, looking a little alarmed.
I gave her my most reassuring smile. “We both want the same thing, Elle. Why pussyfoot around it?”
Her brow furrowed. “What is it that you think we both want?”
“You in my bed. Or me in yours. But I have a nice big king with thousand-thread count sheets—”
Her laugh interrupted what I was about to say next. It was a completely uninhibited belly laugh. She was laughing so hard she couldn’t even keep her hand raised up to keep me from talking. “No, no, no. No. I wanted us to trade numbers so you could let me know if there are issues with Luke when you’re around and I’m not.”
I tried to hide my irritation. “Luke? That’s your brother’s name?” She nods. “Yeah, of course I’ll keep an eye out. But I know when a woman wants me, and you definitely want me.”
She scoffed. “Must be your humility.”
“Not a denial,” I pointed out.
Irritation clouded her expression. “I strongly deny any hopes of sleeping with you, Ford. I couldn’t be with someone who puts his body through the abuse hockey players do.”
Why was she so damn sanctimonious about hockey? Given her background, she’d probably only dated guys who played golf. I wasn’t a country-club-with-a-sweater-tied-over-my-shoulders guy, but I knew how to please a woman in bed.
“It wasn’t a marriage proposal,” I said. “We’re single, consenting adults. And I know you’re not the type to have sex for pleasure, but you should research the health benefits. Make yourself a little checklist to keep on the nightstand.”
She laughed. “I’ve had plenty of sex for pleasure. I just won’t be having it with you. Can we exchange numbers now?”
I got up and offered her my phone. “Put your number in and I’ll put mine in yours.”
She gave me a hesitant look. “I can put your number in mine.”
I grinned. “So controlling. Just give me the phone, doll. I promise it’ll feel good.”
She flushed, trying to cover it with a roll of her eyes. “You did not just call me doll.”
“I did. And you liked it. I can see it all over your face. Just think about how great it would feel when I called you a good girl in bed. You just leave that controlling nature at the door and let me take over.”
