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“That’syouraddress.”
“Yeah. It’s his too.”
Quinn is still watching with amusement. Prick. Thelma and I fuckedthree daysago. She asked me why I hadn’t asked her on a datethree daysago. How can the fucker already be living with her? He wasn’t there three weeks ago after the charity auction.
Jealousy curdles low in my gut as I grit my teeth and type it in. I quickly fill in the rest of the form, taking his payment details and hitting submit.
Shoving to my feet, I walk them down to the boxing studio, holding the door open. My eyes immediately flit to the yoga mat, where I have tasted Thelma many times. My cock twitches; used to being buried in Thelma.
Ignoring it, I set up the area, handing them gloves. I’ll show him up, and she can see what she’s missing. Crossing to the bag, I turn to Quinn with a feral smile.
“I already know Thelma’s skill level. I’ll have to assess yours.”
A cocky grin stretches across his face. “I can keep up with Thelma.”
I raise an eyebrow, calling out a fast combination. He squares up with the bag, his stance and posture confident as he quickly runs through it. Motherfucker. He’s had formal training, and he is good at boxing. There goes that plan.
Time for plan b. If I can’t show up Quinn, I’ll have to drive Thelma insane with desire instead. Shifting my stance, I let my arm brush against hers. Thelma doesn’t react, keeping her eyes on where Quinn is working the bag, nailing the increasingly difficult combinations I’m calling out to him.
“I think that’s enough. Your turn, Thelma.”
Quinn lets out a breath, grinning as he steps back, his eyes immediately dropping to assess Thelma’s stance and posture. They’re fine, and usually, I would let her box, but I have a plan involving touching.
Stepping up behind her, I rest my hands on her bare waist and straighten her hips. There’s a tiny, sharp intake of breath. Not so immune. Ha. Emboldened, I slide my hands up to her shoulders, correcting her posture before stepping back and calling out a combination. She nails it, bringing a smug grin to my lips.
I retreat a few steps, subtly placing my back to Quinn as I continue to call out combinations. Eventually, I let Quinn back at the bag, brushing my hands and arms against Thelma’s skin. She shoots me a few glares, but Ipretend notto notice.
Eventually, she cracks, waiting until Quinn works the bag over in a complex sequence.
“What are you doing?” she hisses. “Yousaid we should cool things off.”
Yeah, but that was before I knew about Grady fucking Quinn.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I stand beside her, sliding my eyes sideways to hold her glare.
“Cool them. Not stop them.”
“It’s the same thing.”
“No, it fucking isn’t.”
Thelma huffs, shaking her head, but she doesn’t object when I brush a piece of fluff off her shoulder. Yeah, I intended to stop having sex with her. But that was before I had to see this fucker Quinn living with her.
She might let me put my hands all over her when I help her stretch, but it’s a hollow victory because Quinn falls into step with her as they leave, reminding me that they are going to the same condo where I fucked her, spent the night in her bed, cuddled her on her couch, and ate her out at her dining table.
I watch them go, jealously shooting through me, mingling with annoyance. I need to find out who the hell Quinn is to her. Fucking hell. I need to talk to Trey.
Chapter 12
JIMMY
Leaving the gym immediately, I flag down a taxi and head across town. Throwing a twenty at the driver, I climb out, taking the stairs two at a time and hammering on the door of Trey’s apartment. I don’t stop knocking as I wait impatiently for it to open.
“Calm the fuck down!” he calls, snatching open the door and staring at me in shock. “What are you doing here?”
I shove my way into the apartment, not waiting for him to close the door as I stride into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing two beers. Trey catches the can I throw him, staring at me as I open mine, taking a long swig.
“Uh, is there a reason for this sudden need to drink my cheap beer?”
