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Wow. Where did this new hormone burst come from?
‘What? I took a call.’
She shakes her head. ‘Whatever, let’s just get on with it so you can get to your booty call.’
My booty call?I just turned down a chance to see my daughter.
‘You know something, Izzy, you can go to hell. I’m done with you and this whole damn thing.’
‘Because I got in the way of your sex life?’
‘Are you serious? Are you on your period or something? Or is it that you’re so used to getting everything your own way, a fifteen-second phone call makes you act like a spoiled kid?’
She steps toward me and gets in my face. ‘Spoiled. There it is again. You and this obsession with money.’
‘It’s not an obsession with money, Izzy. It’s the realization that you act like you think everything should just be given to you. Some people work their asses off to make their own luck. Even then, they don’t get what they want.’
‘At least I have a goal, Brooks. As far as I can see, you just plod through life, with your gym at max capacity but doing nothing to expand, with your apartment and its shitty view when you must be able to afford better. Maybe you should work out what you want, then you might have a shot at getting it.’
‘What are you even arguing about? I took a call.’ I drag a hand through my hair. ‘Oh, I get it. You’re jealous.’
‘I am not jealous.’
I close the space between us. It isn’t just me who gets hot under the collar. This gorgeous, infuriating, sexy-as-hell woman wants me too.
‘You want me,’ I whisper close to her lips.
She swallows and runs her tongue over her lip, confirming what I have already worked out. She pushes my chest and storms out of the gym, leaving the reporters gaping. I follow her to the women’s changing rooms, where she knows I can’t go. At the door, another woman comes out with her sports bag over her shoulder.
‘Is there anyone else in there?’ I ask.
‘Someone just came in. Just one.’
I nod because I can’t believe what I’m about to do. But I can’t take this any more. I can’t hate her and be pent up with frustration because I want her all the damn time.
I pause, knowing that if I go in there, this can only end one way. I push through the door and lock it behind me. I move through the changing area to the shower cubicles.
One shower is running. I lock the door out to the pool, kick off my cross trainers, pull my shirt over my head, and ditch it with my phone. Then I walk toward what has been stuck in my head for days.
‘Izzy.’
She doesn’t speak, but the cubicle lock is pulled back. I nudge open the door to see her naked, standing beneath the hot steam of the shower.
We stay in the moment, both breathing heavily, both staring at each other.
‘Yes, I’m jealous,’ she croaks. ‘I hate myself for it but I am.’
Whether it’s the admission, or the water running down the smooth curves of her body, I’m done for. I step into the shower and lift her legs around my waist, pressing her back to the wall. She takes hold of my face and crashes her mouth against mine.
Kissing her is like an inferno. The slip of her tongue. Her soft, plump lip between my teeth. It sets off a blaze that I feel in every part of my body. It travels my limbs and explodes like a firestorm in my chest.
I lose myself in her: in lust, desire, desperation. The energy I’ve been missing for days is here now, taking her weight as I rid myself of my sports shorts.
She groans into my mouth and pulls hard on my hair. It’s a crazy mix of desire and pain. That’s exactly how I feel. Conflicted. I’ve never wanted someone so much, while at the same time, alarm bells are screaming in my mind to stay away.
I take my mouth from her lips to her earlobe, nipping the soft flesh. Water runs between us and clouds my eyes as I move my mouth down her neck, along the thin skin of her collarbone.
‘Brooks, just do it. I want this.’
