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He heads out to find a spot on the floor, not picking up on the energy in this closet, but I stay exactly where I am.
Victoria, to her credit, continues handing me workout equipment like I didn’t just give her the shock of her life.
“Bands and…balls.” She piles the items into my outstretched arms and then finally looks at me.
Our eyes lock for a long moment.
“Okay, that should be all you need,” she says finally.
“That’s it?”
“Yup, a mat, a band?—”
“No, Vic. I mean, that’s all you have to say to me? Not a good morning or anything?”
“I…I wasn’t sure you would want me to acknowledge…you know.” A blush hits her cheeks, and she looks at the floor once more.
“And what do you want?” I ask directly.
Those emerald eyes, the ones I was just fantasizing about shining up at me from her knees as she takes my cock between those sweet lips, finally meet mine.
I feel the request before I hear it.
“I want my first class at this fancy resort fitness center to go well.”
I give a nod and turn to join Avery.
“But we can…we can get coffee after class.”
I turn back to her, allowing the surprise from her statement to flash across my face.
“I mean, if you wanted to give me feedback about the class, or whatever.”
I don’t know why I’m so surprised that the woman who had the balls to pick me up at the bar last night is now asking me out for coffee, but something about her bravery really hits a note.
“Yeah. That seems appropriate.”
She flushes a darker shade of red, and I smile at the effect I seem to have on her. And thank the fucking stars the effect she’s having on me isn’t painted across my cheeks.
Or tenting my workout shorts.
Speaking of which, I need to get the fuck out of here before that happens.
Avery has our two pink mats laid out side-by-side and is chatting up a whole circle of rich-looking fitness ladies.
“There he is. Did you get our balls?”
I restrain myself from throwing one straight at his head.
“Rebecca and Samantha here were just telling me that this is their third class in the studio. They took spin yesterday and yoga earlier this morning.”
“The studio is beautiful,” one of the women gushes at me. “We’ve been looking forward to Pilates, though. It’s my favorite class back in the States and this teacher must be amazing if they hired her to teach here.”
My eyes dart to the front of the room where Victoria, dressed in skintight Lycra, is messing with her phone.
A sudden blast of music makes us all jump. Victoria jumps right along with us and then laughs. Once she has the volume down to a reasonable level, she turns to us, her smile bright.
“Welcome everyone. It’s so nice to see so many faces out there for my first class.”
