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Chapter Thirty
Aiden
I’M LYING HERE in bed and can’t think of a damn thing other than Addison. What is it about this girl that has me actually thinking of wanting more? I can’t be pussy-whipped from one fucking night. The sex was amazing, but I don’t even know her. After a quick search on Google, I found out she won first place in some national action-shoot competition when she was younger. That explains why everyone was laughing. She hit me exactly where she was aiming. She’s not like any other girl. Yeah, she’s not falling at my feet. Is that why I’m so intrigued? I run my hands through my hair, kicking the sheets off me.
Seeing her in the field the other day, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. Thankfully she only caught me looking at her a couple of times. I had to keep my distance so I could actually do my job. How fucked-up is that? I need to get my head on straight. Work has always been my number one priority. Women come second. So why the hell can’t I get her out of my mind?
I can’t believe I sent her flowers. Cheryl helped me because I sure as hell haven’t ever sent a woman flowers. That was three days ago and I haven’t heard anything from her. I feel pathetic waiting to see if she’ll contact me. How’s that for karma. I’m sure every girl I screwed over would be enjoying this. I know Damon is. Asshole.
I blow out a breath. It’s Saturday morning and I can’t stay in bed all day. Maybe I can pound out some of this frustration at the gym.
* * *
“Hey, Aiden, glad to see you’re back,” Stacy says as she winks at me. Stacy’s the receptionist at the boxing gym. “Damon got here a little bit ago,” she says, pointing to the gym. I’m walking out of the locker room when I see Damon. He flashes a huge smile.
“You don’t have to be that happy to see me,” I joke.
“Oh, you just made my day.” He laughs, but I can tell he’s up to something. “You remember Tony, right?”
“Yeah, he’s kicked my ass a few times.” Tony is the Krav Maga instructor at the gym. A lot of the agents like to spar with him because he’s brutal.
“Well, some of the guys are watching him and another person spar. It’s pretty intense. You should come see.” There’s that fucking smile again.
We walk over to the mat and I freeze. There’s Addison and Tony rolling around on the floor, sparring. Addison jumps up in defense. She’s wearing leggings that go right below the knee with a sports bra, showing her gorgeous, muscular stomach. Her ass is perfect and her breasts glisten with sweat. Tony jumps up and catches her legs, bringing her to the floor. My instinct to help her kicks in.
“Don’t do it,” Damon says, holding my arm. I stay put, crossing my arms. “She can take care of herself.”
“So I’ve been told,” I say, remembering when Joe jumped on her. I ball my hand into a fist thinking of that asshole.
Addison uses her legs to grab hold of Tony and throws him over her. This woman is going to unhinge me. Fucking bolt by bolt. I’ve never been so turned on to the point of pain before.
“She’s a powerhouse,” Damon says, leaning over to me. Suddenly, I want to kick Damon’s ass and every guy watching. The caveman in me wants to grab her and take her away and yell “mine!” What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I so jealous of everyone all of a sudden? I’ve never had to compete for a girl. Ever.
Addison is back up in her fight stance. She glances my way and catches my eye. In that exact moment she doesn’t catch Tony coming for her. She goes down hard. Shit! I start to run out there to see if she’s okay, but I know if that was me, I’d be pissed, so I stay.
I see her slowly get up and hear Tony ask, “What the hell was that, Addison?” She shakes her head and apologizes. They both go to the side of the mats and talk. Everyone watching disperses. I’m hesitant to go talk to her. Dammit, I hate this feeling of insecurity. I walk toward her while she’s putting her stuff in her bag.
She peers up at me with those beautiful, Caribbean-blue eyes. “Still a distraction,” she says, laughing, shaking her head.
“I’m impressed.” I flash a grin.
“Oh, are you?”
“Heck, yeah. I want a turn.” I wag my eyebrows.
“You want to spar?” She looks at me suspiciously.
“Hey, I need to redeem myself.” I smirk. “You caught me off guard.”
“I guess that’s what happens when you’re distracted.” She shrugs, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
She picks up her bag and starts to leave but pauses, turns around, and says, “Thanks for the roses. They are beautiful.” Not as beautiful as you. As she walks away, she looks over her shoulder and says, “I’m an only child.”
“Okay?” Her random comment confuses me.
She doesn’t look back, but I hear her say, “You wanted to know more about me.” Then she exits the gym.
I thrust my fist in the air. She’s not shutting me down. Time to up my game.
