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"Fine," I huff. "Eyes, nose, throat, chest, knees, and my favorite place, the groin," I say, wiggling my brows.
His mouth shows a slight grin, but then one of his hands takes hold of my wrist. "How do you free it?"
His sudden touch and firm grip fire my brain up into action.Rule of thumb, I say in my head. So I rotate my arm to the side of Cole's thumb and pull as firmly as I can. The movement frees me.
A smirk adorned his lips. "Well done. You're a quick learner."
"Yeah, so teach me something new."
"What I had planned is intense. Are you sure you're ready for that?"
"Oh, come on, I'm here for a reason, so show me, Bulldozer."
Right away, his eyes narrow, and they hold a storm inside. "Stand with your back against the wall," he growls.
I frown but walk to the glass and do as he asked. "And now?" I ask, looking up at him.
My heart pumps harder as he approaches me while talking. "It often happens that an attacker tries to corner their victim or push them against a solid surface."
My eyes widen when he places his hands next to my shoulders, trapping me between them.
"W-What a-are you doing?" I ask while trying to keep my nerves under control.
Sensing my distress, he removes one hand and lifts my chin until I'm looking into his eyes.
"Breathe, Alisha." His deep, warm voice has an instant calming effect on my racing heart. "Is it too much?"
"No, p-please." I touch his wrist. "I want to do this. So continue."
For a moment, his eyes search mine. Then he nods. "If both of the attacker's arms are up," he says, placing his hand back against the wall, “you can straighten your palm and hit him in the armpit."
I try to concentrate, but it's impossible when a combo of citrus and his body’s scent awakens my lady parts from hibernation.God, this man is trying to teach you something, and you get fucking aroused?I choose to lift my head and focus on his voice by staring at his face, but that is the wrong choice, because now, I’m staring at his moving lips, and it triggers my brain to remember how they touched mine in my more than a fantastic dream. Cole stops talking, and when I look up, I find his ones gazing back. They show more tenderness and intensity than I knew eyes could hold. An increased stream of yearning dampens my panties.
"Alisha?"
"Hmm..." is the only reply I can give.
"What are you doing? Stop biting your bottom lip, will you? You're so—" With his face inches from mine, a deep longing whispers through me,kiss him.One kiss,it hints,and we'll have the answer to that one burning question.Will his lips have that magical effect?My body begs, but before I act, he pushes himself away from me and walks off. He picks up his water bottle and takes a few generous sips.
Shit!
"Cole, I—"
"Sorry," he cuts in. "I have to go. I forgot I've got an important meeting this morning, and since you're not focused, I'm going to shower. We'll continue tomorrow." With that said, he grabs his wet shirt, and with a quick side glance, he walks out.
I lower myself until I'm sitting with my back against the glass wall. My fingers massage my temples. "Shit."
After a minute or ten, I grab my phone from the ground and although it's hard to admit, I'm clueless, and I need help. So, I type and send one of our girl codes, OSP, into the group app. It stands for "Opposite Sex Problem." We made a bunch of these abbreviations. They’re fun and a quick way to communicate the essence of the problem without going into detail. With a sense of relief, knowing I’ll get an answer to my problem tonight, I get up and walk out of the gym.
* * *
Cole
I storminto my penthouse and move straight into my ensuite bathroom.
"Fuck!"
I turn the shower on, and after removing my clothes, I step inside. Thousands of lukewarm drops darken my hair and trickle down my back as I lift my face and let the water run over it, hoping it washes away the pictures from my subconscious, but instead it keeps showing images of Alisha, like photographs.
