AllFreeNovel
Share Us
They are the orgasmic carbohydrate boost my body craves regularly. So, when I opened my refrigerator this morning, searching for something to eat, I ended up grabbing instead of one, two cinnamon sugar rings. The moment he opens the small box, his eyes widen.
"Thank you," he says while taking one. "Next to being a superb-looking woman, you're a friendly one too. A lot of residents who live in this building just see me as their employee. But you don't."
I wrinkle my nose. "They’re snobs."
He chuckles.
"Does Mr. Walker act like a snob?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "Oh, no. Mr. Walker has always been kind to me. He surprised me with my favorite coffee from Starbucks a few times, and he thanks me regularly for my work here."
I'm astonished, and it's obvious that I've judged Cole wrongly again.
"Are you on your way to another workout with Mr. Walker?"
"Yeah, I am. I've got to stay in shape," I answer, while taking the other donut from the box and lifting it.
He laughs out loud and wishes me luck. As I walk through the hall towards the gym, a little spark arises in the pit of my stomach. I love training with Cole. He's been nothing but patient with me, and he doesn't treat me like a broken bird, as most people tend to do when they hear what happened to me.
Last week we trained three times. He showed me the most effective methods and self-defense moves, which has given my self-confidence the booster I’ve longed for, but now I’ve got a new set of emotions to control.
The up-tempo beat charging the room when I enter the gym spurs on my adrenal glands. My eyes wander over the professional exercise room. On one side, they put rowing machines, treadmills, and stationary bikes, and in the middle, devices to train your legs. A heavy laboring breath coming from the back catches my attention as I stroll to the end. Here they placed racks filled with jump ropes, stability balls, a rack of kettlebells, dumbbells, and punching bags hanging from the ceiling. My gaze finds Cole, and I suck my bottom lip between my teeth. He's wearing loose-fitting jogging pants that are sitting low on his hips, and on top, a grey shirt sticks against his sweaty skin. The way his body and muscles move is mesmerizing, and the thin layer of sweat covering his arms makes him even more appealing.God, this man is seductive when he works out.
He hasn't noticed I'm here, so I keep watching him. His punches and kicks are with precision and full force. I shake my head when I catch the wordAlishaleaving his lips.Did he just mumble my name?
"Good morning!"
Cole halts his movements and faces me. A lock of his hair is sticking against his forehead, and I can't stop my drifting eyes as he bends to grab his water bottle. "Morning. Didn't realize it's 7:00 a.m.," he says. He takes a few sips before lowering his container and placing it back on the ground.
"How early did you get here?" I ask.
“Six," he says, while wiping a towel over his face.
My brain pushes images of the dream into my conscious mind. "No, stop it," I murmur.
"What did you say?" His eyes examine me.
"Oh… nothing. Let's begin."
"Okay, but first, let me change my tee." He walks to the side, and before I can prepare myself for what's coming, he pulls the fabric up over his head, revealing the most outrageous, manly chest I've ever seen.
Oh, bloody hell.
I try to disengage my eyes, but they won't budge. They dart from gazing at his front through the mirror to examining his back muscles. I'm taking in every centimeter of what he's showing, and it's a lot. Cole's naked torso is a masterpiece and demands attention. He's got abs that look like they're sculpted from marble, and his full, well-defined pecs and wide lats add to his perfect V-shaped figure. My heart flutters behind my rib cage. If I were him, I'd walk around bare-chested the entire day. God, his body is a gift to womankind.
I rub my hand over my neck, and as I pull on my bottom lip, my eyes go up, only to find him staring at me through the mirror.Fuck, busted.I quickly lower my head as I feel heat rushing to claim their spot on my skin. To buy time, I squat and pretend to tie my perfectly tied shoelaces.
"Are you ready?"
I rise and glance at his clean black shirt.
"Yep, if you are, I am. What did you have in mind?"
"Let's go over a few things I taught you last week. First, name the most vulnerable places on the body."
I raise my brow. "Oh, are we back in school?"
He gives me a reluctant stare, and I know he's serious.
