“I don’t think that’s true,” I counter softly. “Let me show you.”
She’s quiet for a long minute, and I wonder if I’ve lost her before she clears her throat.
“I’d like to be friends,” she whispers. “But I think that’s all I can give you.”
That’s a start.
“Okay, for now.”
“You’re hot, but you’re not irresistible, you know.”
“You think I’m hot?” I grin and lean my shoulder against the cold glass of the window, watching cars drive by below.
“I have to go, egomaniac.”
“I’d like to see you tomorrow.”
“I just told you…”
“As friends. Friends drink coffee, right? Do you serve coffee at your bakery?”
She chuckles in my ear, and the tension in my stomach loosens as I hear her softening.
“Yes, I serve coffee.”
“Great, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Good night, Matt.”
“Good night, little one.” I hang up, change into my gym clothes and head for the door. I’m too restless to be home. I need to burn off some steam, and going to the club tonight holds no interest for me.
Which in and of itself should be another big red flag.
The ten-block jog to the gym is invigorating. Summer has settled nicely over Seattle, making the days warm and the nights just perfect.
I start on the weights, working my core and arms today. Just when I’ve finished my second set of bench press, I sit up and pull my T-shirt over my head, wipe the sweat off my brow and chest with it, and throw it on the floor. As I take a long drink of water, my eyes survey the room.
And that’s when I see her. Jesus, we belong to the same gym? She’s on a treadmill across the room, running at a fast clip. Earbuds are tucked in her ears, and her eyes are on the console of the treadmill, probably watching her distance.
She’s wearing nothing but black shorts and a tight black tank top. More of her body is exposed now than it was when I was plunged deep inside her.
Her little body is firm, yet curvy in the right places. Her arms are defined, probably from all the manual labor she does while baking.
When she’s finished running and climbs off the treadmill, takes a long drink of water and wipes her face with a towel, I walk toward her.
Shit, I must look like a fucking stalker.
I keep my eyes trained on her as I approach, eager to see what her reaction will be when she sees me.
And I’m not disappointed when her eyes widen and her mouth opens as she lets those gorgeous green eyes roam down my body. My cock tightens at her gaze, and I want to pull her against me and kiss her stupid. But I just stay where I am, watching her.
She quickly recovers and raises an eyebrow.
“Okay, Matt, it’s called stalking now.”
I grin and offer her a fresh bottle of water, which she accepts, unscrews the cap and takes a sip.
Fuck, she has beautiful lips. Lips that look amazing wrapped around the head of my cock.
“It’s not a crime to belong to a gym,” I reply.
“My gym?”
“Do you own it?” I ask with a grin.
She laughs and shakes her head. “No.”
“It’s not far from my apartment, and it’s convenient to work, too, so here I am.”
She nods and glances down, not sure what to say next.
“The cake was delicious today,” I comment casually, giving her the opportunity to talk about her work.
“Oh, good!” She grins and joins me as I walk toward the smoothie bar, pull out a chair for her to drop into at one of the tiny two-person tables and sit opposite her. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“You do good work. Leo and Sam are always talking about your cupcakes.”
“Leo and Sam keep me in business, I swear.” She laughs, sending electricity down my spine. “They’re very good customers.”
I nod, watching her.
“I like your shorter hair,” I murmur and reach out to brush the ends with my finger, enjoying the softness.
“Most men like long hair,” she replies softly.
“I like long hair, too. You look beautiful in both.”
She frowns and glances away from me.
“Why did you cut your hair, Nic?”
She shrugs and won’t meet my gaze. “It was time for a change.”
“Try again,” I reply.
She turns her eyes to mine and squares her shoulders, firms her chin. “It was time for a change.”
That’s a lie.
I cross my arms over my naked chest and drag my finger over my lip, watching her squirm.
She isn’t a good liar.
Good.
“Okay.”
She sighs, relieved, before I continue.
“For now.”
She scowls at me, making me laugh. “Friends don’t lie to each other, little one. The sooner you remember that, the better.”
“You’ve known me for three minutes, Matt. Don’t assume you know all there is to know about me.”
“You know what they say about assuming,” I murmur with a grin.
“Well, you are an ass,” she replies and then giggles.
I lean in and rest my mouth next to her ear. “This ass would love to smack your pretty little ass until it glows,” I whisper so only she can hear.
She gasps and pulls back so she can look me in the eye, and I see it. The hunger. The lust. The awareness.