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I immediately turned around to leave, but his words stopped me.
“You don’t have to leave on my account, Vanessa. The gym is way too big for just one person.” His deep voice stopped me on my track and I turned back to face him, resisting the intense urge to look down and ogle his chest like a sex-starved person.
I wondered how he could keep in so much shape despite his immobility from his wound. I guess the question has just been answered.
“Oh.” was all I was able to get out before walking sheepishly towards the treadmill, which was a few feet away from him.
We worked out in silence in the quiet room, and other than his occasional grunts, there was no communication between us. I could feel the occasional heat of his gaze on my back, but when I glanced back at him, he remained focused on his workout. I figured it had to be all in my head.
However, I could not have imagined what the tension in the room would feel like. It was palpable, and I was getting aroused simply by looking at him.
I did not know how long he’d been in there, but thirty minutes into my running, I was already exhausted and ready to stop. I blamed it on my lack of exercise, while he looked like he could do this all day. Just when I decide to stop; like he’d read my mind, he stopped as well. I could hear his pained grunts as he stood up from the work chair. We were both covered in sweat and coincidently walked out at the same time. I noticed he was standing behind me by the front of the door when I tried to leave.
So close that I could feel his breath on my sweat-covered back and feel his warmth.
I did not want to leave the room. I loved the feeling of only the two of us in an enclosed place, so I turned to face him, my back against the door.
He was watching me, and his gaze was intense. Much like everything about him.
We were both staring at each other like we wanted to rip each other’s clothes off. Something was stopping him and if I was not already afraid that he would turn me down, I would have jumped on him like a monkey.
And then he stood closer, and I could inhale his woodsy scent mixed with his sweat that I never thought I would find sexy, but I did.
Being horny was a bitch.
I was breathing fast, though I had regained my breath after my run ages ago. His breath was eerily normal and I could see the hint of a five o’clock shadow in his jaw. He was that close.
He leaned over and just when I thought he was about to kiss me; he slides to the side and whispered close to my ear;
“Would you mind stepping away from the door?” His lips almost touched my skin as he spoke and I felt goosebumps all over my body.
“Oh. Yeah… Uhm… sorry.” I stumbled out, more than a little flustered at how I must have looked right then. He gave me a little ‘cordial’ smile that felt a lot like he was mocking me before he walked out of the room.
So… yeah.
Things were very weird between us.
Another week after that incident, the cold was getting worse, and the snow came in wild storms. We were stuck indoors most of the time, and I was barely seeing Christian over the days.
It was more that I was avoiding him, but who cared about the semantics… right?
That day, the weather forecast was not too great, and I overheard Alba telling Roger that she hoped we would get cell reception in the coming days, in case we needed it.
Beanie was being very restless since she’d not gone out all day, thanks to the weather. She was an outdoor dog, and she loved spending time outdoors more than indoors. I wanted to lock her in her playpen, but I took pity on her and let her roam freely around the house.
By evening time, the snow had gotten worse, and everywhere was already very dark at just 5 pm. I walked out of the kitchen after taking the cup of cocoa that Alba made for everyone when I noticed that I’d not seen Beanie in a while.
“Alba, have you seen Beanie?” I asked Alba, who was still behind me in the kitchen.
“Oh, I think I saw her scurrying off towards the garage door,” Alba said, and I immediately felt a little panicked.
There was a small doggy door on the garage door and I did not know if I locked it the last time I let Beanie out through the door. Christian was nowhere to be found, but I had a feeling she may be locked up in his workshop, working.
“Beanie!” I called for her, but the hallways were silent and the familiar sounds of her frolicking around the house were gone.
“Maybe you should check with Mr. Christian. She could be with him.” Alba said to me when she noticed my agitation.
“Right,” I said hurriedly and made for Christian’s workshop.
