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“Oh, come on.”
“Kent, we have a meeting; get out,” Julian grumbles as he sips his water bottle.
“And we’re in the middle of my session,” the therapist snaps back.
I mouth 'sorry' to the therapist and awkwardly perch on the second bench press machine. Avoiding Kent, I open my laptop and connect to the Zoom meeting.
For the next forty-five minutes, we move around the gym. I try my hardest to take notes as Julian listens and sometimes has to speak his input. It’s hard to scribble a letter when the man I’m secretly dating flexes his muscles in front of me.
I've got a private Zoom meeting going on inside my head with my imagination, just dreaming about seeing his muscles flex when he's over me.
“Are you going to be here every session?” the therapist asks me after the meeting.
Julian glares at him and flexes his fingers.
“Um,” I clear my throat. “If there is a meeting, I guess so.”
Why is he asking me?
“Well, plan a meeting every session then. Since you arrived, he actually listens to me.”
I smile and glance at Julian, who is scowling. He raises his towel and wipes the sweat off his forehead.
“Here is his paper with my workout plan until our next session. Since he won’t listen to me, hopefully, he will listen to you. Whip him into shape for me,” the therapist jokes as he hands me the paper. I can practically hear Julian growl as the therapist leaves the gym.
I stand and cross my arms. “You’re a bad patient. That’s a red flag, Mr. Sterling,” I flirtatiously mock.
“I like to be in control,” his eyes darken with lust as he stands from the weight machine. His shadow covers me as his eyes look me up and down.
My knees threaten to give. “We’re at work,” I whisper.
He slowly grins. “Technically, we’re in the gym.”
I shake my head. “At work,” I correct him. There’s that pull again, tugging us both together.
“Fuck Friday. Come over for dinner tonight. I’ll cook,” he proposes in a hushed whisper.
I glance around again, but it's still just us.
"I won't take risks. We're alone." Julian admits, "And I'll talk to Kent."
I uncross my arms and grab my laptop and notes. “I can’t tonight. I have to go furniture shopping,” I admit. Dammit, I’m going to stick to my guns too. I need to focus on my apartment, not just my lust for my boss.
He exhales and grabs his towel, casually throwing it over his shoulder. “That’s okay,” he steps closer, his breath warm on my cheek, “You’re worth the wait, Pumpkin. Friday it is.”
Friday seems like worlds away.
I nod, taking in the faint scent of his aftershave mixed with the gym's musk.
"Thank you for the coffee and muffin," I say, my voice a soft murmur. My eyes linger on him, tracing the outline of his figure. For a brief minute, we remain silent, the air charged with an electric chemistry that pulsates, a tangible current that threatens the very foundations of our careers.
He grins, a spark lighting up his eyes, reflecting the gym's fluorescent lights. "I'll see you for our 11:00 meeting with marketing," his voice rumbles, low and resonant.
He turns, his movements fluid like a well-practiced dance, and walks toward the locker room, leaving a trail of his unique scent in the air.
My nose perks up, and I want to follow him into that room like a hunting dog. Instead, I turn on my heels.
My phone pings when I reach my office again.
