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I shake my head at her attitude. “There you go again, looking.”
“Looking?” She crooks her brow.
“Yes, for trouble.”
“Hmm, doesn’t seem like something a good girl would do. You know, some might say that you often find yourself in trouble. Are you looking, Mr. Gates?”
I slide my hands into the pockets of my shorts to keep from reaching out and grabbing her. “I wouldn’t say I go looking for it, no.” I shrug. “More often than not, it just so happens to find me and I do a piss-poor job of running when it does.”
“Seems like we’re both not very good at behaving then.”
“You know what they say about trouble, right?”
“What do they say?” She tilts her head.
“That if you go looking for it, you’ll find it.”
She purses her lips like she’s contemplating something. “So, did I come to the right place then?”
I stare at her for a few seconds, seeing if her facade starts to crack, but this time, it doesn’t.
I push off the doorway, stepping aside so I’m no longer blocking the entryway. I motion with my hand and she steps over the threshold.
“You know, I’d already planned on punishing you for the way you left me hanging this afternoon in the car, but now that you’re here, you’re just begging for it, aren’t you?”
Chapter 14
Presley
I fully expect him to grab me or press me up against the wall when I walk past him, but he doesn’t even touch me.
“Let’s warm up on the treadmill again. Just a walk.”
“Okay.” I follow behind him and step up onto the treadmill. “I know you said you don’t run, but last time I was here, you sprinted on that thing and made it look so easy. Are you sure you want me to run this race with you? I feel like I’m going to slow you down.”
“You’re not getting out of it, Presley.”
“Fine,” I groan. “Can I just walk the whole thing?” He looks over at me and I can see he’s already growing annoyed, so I flash him a little smile and bounce my eyebrows. “Please?”
“Does that work with the younger men? With Forrest?”
I roll my eyes; we’re back on this again. Although, in a messed-up kind of way, I like that he’s jealous… so maybe I should play into it like I did earlier today.
“Yeah, sometimes. Sexual favors go much further though.”
The second I say it, his head whips sideways to look at me and I’m already laughing as he reaches around to smack my ass again. This time he grabs a handful too.
“Just for that, the warmup is cut in half.” He hits the speed button on my machine, increasing it rapidly. “Time to pick it up.”
I swing my arms with my strides, keeping my shoulders back and head up so that I don’t go flying off the back again. It actually feels good to channel some of my pent-up frustrations and anxiety into physical activity. I pass the one-minute mark and decide to push it another thirty seconds.
“Look at you, getting better already.” Meanwhile, he’s running twice as fast as me but it’s still a job for him. His hair flops with his movements that once again, he makes look completely effortless.
“Mind if I turn on some music?” I ask, reaching for my phone after slowing to a walk.
“Not at all.”
Once the music starts pumping and I get into a groove of my intervals, Cyrus hops off his treadmill and heads over to the weights. I attempt to zone out and think about work or what I’m going to eat after this workout, but I’m distracted by his movements.
