Title: Gym Junkie
Cover Design: Hang Le
Photo: Michael Stokes
key through the door scanner. It’s 9:35 p.m and I’m late. After not
wanting to come at all, and deliberating the whole thing for over an hour in
the shower, I’m finally here.
really sure why, but what the hell. It can’t hurt, I suppose.
the gym and take a look around. There are a few guys working out at the back,
plus a girl on the treadmill.
over-analysing for nothing
making my way onto the treadmill I start walking. I turn up the speed and begin
to walk faster. I suppose I’ll have to actually work out then. What an
anticlimax. I spent over an hour psyching myself up to be here, and he doesn’t
even show up.
piss me off.
it’s his loss.
the speed, I begin to jog, getting lost in the repetition. But when I look up
into the mirror, I see him. There he is. He’s sitting on the weights bench in
the corner, and flashing a slow sexy smile my way. He’s wearing a white T-shirt
and navy sports shorts.
dances with excitement. I force him a smile, and then I look down, pretending
to be uninterested.
probably just a prop in this place. That’s what I would do if I owned a gym:
pay gorgeous guys to hang out and make the girls swoon. It makes good business
sense, that’s for sure.
fifteen minutes, and he does weights as he watches me. To be honest, I wish he
would look away because I’m dying over here. I can’t run for this long
naturally. I’m totally showing off. I may go ass over tit at any moment and
skin my knee to the bone.
finally leaves the gym, and then five minutes later the other one follows. The
group of guys walk out the back, leaving only one woman in the gym who is doing
sit ups. His eyes trail over to her, and I wonder is he thinking the same thing
woman. Why are you in the gym so late, stupid?
and bring the treadmill back to a walking pace. I wipe my face with my towel,
grateful when the lady packs up her things and leaves through the front door.
eyes find mine in the mirror and a dark smile crosses his face.
heart begins to beat faster. I keep walking, and he stands to make his way over
goofily. “Hi.” Why does he have to be so damn sexy? I can’t even pretend to be
hand over mine on the handrail, and I feel an energy zap between us.
thinking about you all day,” he says.
hold his as my stomach flips. “Y-you have?” I pant.
slowly, his eyes not leaving mine for a single second.
you thinking about?” I ask.
thinking that I need to talk to you in private.”
that why you had to wait for everyone to leave to come and talk to me?”
didn’t want anyone to be suspicious of the two of us talking the other night in
I smirk. “Is that what you call it?”
sexily, and my stomach clenches yet again. Don’t smile at me like that.
pauses as he rolls his lips, as if amused. “It was a very stimulating conversation.”
more than others,” he adds.
help it, I laugh. “Yes, it was a very stimulating conversation
that we had the other night.”
hold mine. “Did you enjoy it?”
going to be? I get a vision of Simon last night with that girl.
Our eyes are locked. “Very much, actually.”
this guy makes me want to be a dirty whore.
flashes across his face and he licks his lips. He runs his hand up my forearm,
his eyes following his touch. “I have something else to tell you.”
surprised. “You do?”
tell you here, Pocket.” His eyes rise to my lips.
I feel the burn of his gaze.
his hand off my arm, and it causes me to frown. I hate the loss of his touch.
“So, where do you want to tell me this private information?” I ask as I play
probably talk where we talked last time.” He rolls his lips to hide his smile,
he likes this game.
widen my eyes.
to walk on the treadmill.
going to go into the discussion room now.”
discussion room?” I widen my eyes and laugh. “You are something else.”
he chuckles, and then gestures up to the ceiling. I look up, following his
to go into the discussion room, and in five minutes, you should do the same.”
they’ll see us?” I whisper.
won’t. Once you come into the bathroom, you just have to stay in there for five
minutes. If we don’t enter or leave together, the tapes won’t be looked at. Not
unless there is an incident and they have to be watched back.
frown, and without another word he disappears up the hall with his gym bag. I
walk for another five minutes with my heart beating out of control. This is so
naughty, so freaking hot, and I have to say, so out of character for me that
it’s not even funny.
go and talk to him—see what he has to say. I hope he kisses me again. His kiss
was to die for. Who the heck is this guy, anyway?
never do this. I am not the sort of girl who meets up with guys in a public
bathroom. My eyes flicker to the hallway as my excitement runs
on the treadmill with my heart hammering in my chest. I take my towel and drink
bottle, and then I walk up the hall to the bathrooms. I look up and see the
camera at the end of the hall positioned so it shows all of the five bathroom
doors clearly. I drop my head to hide my face.
I don’t walk back out, he said I’m fine.
anyone ever knew I was doing this, I’d die.
the end door and take the handle in my hand. I pause for a moment and close my
eyes. My heart is banging, and I look back up the hall one more time. Should I
go? No. Just do it.
door and rush in, quickly closing the door behind me. I flick the lock and turn
filled with steam and the shower screen is open. Brock is naked in the shower
when he turns to face me.
shoulders and chest have soap over them, and his hair is already wet. His
stomach is rippled with muscles, and his huge hard cock hangs heavily between
sexily. “Took your time, Pocket.”
God. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
frown as I stare at him. “What the hell are you doing?”
back to the door, damn it. I can’t leave for a few minutes.
me casually and rubs the soap in across his chest. “Taking a shower, what does
it look like?”
incredible.” I shake my head in disgust. “I’m leaving right now.”
gives me a slow sexy smile and holds his hands out to the side. “Taking a
shower is a perfectly natural thing. I wanted to be clean for our
to have a conversation with me with,” I gesture to his groin, “with your dick
down at himself, and then back up at me. “Does my dick offend you?”
gasp. “Your dick offends me.”
down again. That is the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen. Okay, sure, I
haven’t seen many, but I’m still sure it’s the most perfect one there is. For
fuck’s sake, this guy is so over confident, I don’t even have words to describe
him, and why the hell is it turning me on?
un-fucking-believable. How on earth did I get myself into this situation?
continues to rub soap over his chest, eventually lathering his groin area up,
too. I have to concentrate on not looking down again.
“Because… because…” I look around as I search for the right choice of words.
“It’s the assumption you make that I am comfortable with you being naked when I’m
not.” I shake my head and throw my hands in the air. “I’m so not.”
makes you feel more comfortable, I am completely fine with you taking your
clothes off, too.” He shrugs casually. “You know, for our discussion.”
all the hide. “You’re an idiot.”
that sexy smile again, and I feel my insides begin to melt. “I prefer to think
I’m just honest.”
this being honest?”
pauses as a moment as he soaps his groin up again.
stop doing that!” I snap. “It’s very distracting.” I concentrate hard on
keeping my eyes focused on his face.
don’t lie,” he says, raising his brow.
really want to howl with laughter. “You did not just say
husband, children, words, chocolate and margaritas.
writing her next novel, you will find her in a café drinking coffee with
Dr. Stantons The Epilogue