his heat. I could not feel the hard, long length of his
erection pressed against my back, but suddenly it was al I
could think about.
'Harder,' my newfound fantasy man murmured almost
directly into my ear as one hand slid down flat over my
bely. 'Feel your body work.'
Oh, God. My mind insisted he was not hitting on me. My
body, on the other hand, thrummed and vibrated and
practicaly did the hokeypokey. I wanted to throw the left
one in, the right one out and turn it al about.
I bit down on my lower lip, instead. He gave me an
encouraging smile. His scent, body spray and hard effort
cut through the gym's pervasive odor of mildew and
cleaning products. My lust didn't show on my face. The
mirror only reflected a sweaty, grouchy-looking woman
whose hair had started sticking to her cheeks. Big wet
rings spread from my armpits and sides, and I couldn't
believe he wasn't disgusted. Maybe he was. He let go and
stepped back with an approving nod.
'Add that to your routine,' he said. 'You'l see results in a couple weeks, I promise.'
Ohhhhh, God. He realy wasn't hitting on me. He was
totaly just trying to be nice and help me work off the extra
inches nobody ever had on TV. He was the jock with the
heart of gold being kind to the brainiac. Too bad this guy
didn't know that in high school I hadn't been the brain.
'Thanks.' I drank more water and wiped my face with my
towel.
He wiped his chest and I forced myself not to watch. 'You
don't realy look like you need to lose any weight, but it's
always good to supplement cardio with weight training.
always good to supplement cardio with weight training.
Builds muscle.'
I had a vision of myself in a bathing suit made from one
thin strip of fabric, tanned to orange splendor and oiled
like an olive. It wasn't a pretty picture. 'Okay, thanks.'
Mr. Mystery grinned. He had dimples on his face, too.
'See you.'
He stuck his head into a tank top, then his arms, and
puled it down. Then he grabbed his towel and water
bottle and headed out. I waited until he'd gone before I
folowed, not only because I wanted to ogle his ass but
because I needed time to cool down. Literaly.
My calves ached. My butt did, too. Now I could add my
arms to the list after the workout I'd given them.
I wouldn't have thought I could stil be horny after the
thigh-crunching walk up the stairs to the seventh floor, but
by the time I got into the shower, al I could do was think
about his hands on me. Austin's hands, the stranger's
hands…somehow it didn't matter, just that they hadn't
