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CHAPTER 5
“Teenage Dirtbag” by Wheatus plays loudly as I park the car in front of the gym. It’s been one of my favorite beats since it came out all those years ago, when I was still acting like a teenager in spite of the fact that I had a kid. Shit, I feel like one now.
“Like a horny teenager,” I say to myself, watching Dean through the floor to ceiling windows, as he sets up the floor for class. Damn, I could eat him up!
Different worlds, different worlds!I remind myself.
I step out of the Mustang, adjusting my blue camo pants and white racer back shirt with Maxx written in blue. I picked the colors thinking of my eyes. Stopped Reese dead in her tracks when she walked into the kitchen this morning.
“Did you pick your outfit?” she asked me, as if anyone else would have.
“Yeah I did!”
“Good job! Does this have anything to do with that cute trainer you made out with?”
“What? No,” I rolled my eyes. “Weren’t you the one who told me I needed to be put together for the challenge?”
“I didn’t realize you were listening.”
“I always listen to my baby-waybe,” I said pinching her nose. Well, that’s not true, but I do try.
The gym is quiet when I walk in, with only a few early birds stretching, or pretending to. What they’re really doing is getting an eyeful of that ass as Dean bends down to stretch.
“Yo, Coop. You here alone?”
Dean looks up and shoots me an appreciative smile, his eyes traveling the length of my body and up to my face. He stands and comes to me, walking in that way that’s so different from a woman, leading with his broad chest.
“Hey, kitty cat. I didn’t know you’d be joining my class.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Figured I could give you a few tips afterwards,” I say winking.
His gravelly voice touches that very female part of me as he laughs. “Or better yet, you can pay attention and learn how it’s done.”
“Ha! Cute AND funny. I like it.”No, you can’t like it. He’s a baby!
Still smiling at me, he narrows the space between us. He looks down into my face and thinking he might kiss me I wet my lips. Damn, I have no self-control. From my peripheral vision, I can see heads turn to us. I should probably move away. This was the sort of thing Julie warned us about. A make out session on the workout floor is certainly not professional.
I can’t move away. Damn me, I want him to kiss me so badly that I’m willing to risk getting in trouble. Wait, what am I thinking!?Move away, move away!
His hand reaches up, and he takes some of my hair between his fingers. He looks at it for only a moment before locking eyes with mine again.
“I love your blonde hair,” he says.
The heat in his eyes tells me that he would kiss me if we weren’t here. That he’d press himself against me, digging his fingers into that blonde hair he loves. Maybe he’d even pull it a little if I’m lucky. A lot if I’m real lucky.
My insides melt and there’s the distinct throb between my legs that says my body is ready to mate with this male. It doesn’t care that he’s younger or that he’s a rival. Chemistry is chemistry. Who am I to deny it?
More than a little breathless, and because I’m now operating on full animal brain, I say, “Take me to the back office.”
Job? No care. Me need fuck now!
He chuckles and steps away, releasing me of whatever the fuck hold he has on me.
“It’s going to happen, kitty cat. But not here, and not as something casual. I don’t do that.”
Dean walks away to say something to someone. I stare after him like an idiot, waiting for the blood to slowly drain from my clit and boobs, back to my brain. He’s got me shaking, recovering like some drug addict, while he seems completely unaffected.
Two of the women who witnessed it smile at me knowingly, and gossip amongst themselves. There’s nothing to do, but ignore them. Shit, hopefully they won’t go spread rumors.
