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“Shit, man. I am, too,” Chase returns.
There’s a gleam in his eye. He turns his face to Kara and gestures at her.
“Want to join us for a post-workout meal? There’s a private chef in the kitchen upstairs—keto, vegan, whatever you’re into, he does it.”
That sly bastard. Trying to sneak her up to our office for a post-workout workout. I couldn’t be prouder to call him my best friend.
I can see Kara considering it. Mulling it over behind those pretty blue eyes.
“As generous as that is, I’m going to have to pass,” Kara says.
Dammit. Come on.
“How about a big salad from the bistro down the street?” I chime in.
Call me crazy, but I don’t want this bitch to leave just yet. I’m way too invested in her.
Too curious about her.
“You’ve burned too many calories here today—gotta refuel if you want to do this right.”
I see her bite her pillowy lower lip in consternation, twisting it beneath her teeth as she fights the idea.
“I really need to be getting back to my house,” she finally says. “I left my best friend there alone—and I promised I’d spend some time with her today—and I don’t want to be up too late with her since I have to work tomorrow…but you didn’t need to know all that. I really appreciated this little lesson here today. I learned a lot.”
Little lesson? I’d hope she took away more than just weightlifting from the entire fucking afternoon.
Kara grabs her bag and water bottle and starts to walk towards the locker room.
“Hey,” I shout. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m going to get changed and…leave?” she responds, a slight note of concern in her voice.
She’s already being defensive of her choice. That’s fucking adorable.
“You need to stretch first,” says Chase, stealing the words right out of my mouth. “Gotta cool your muscles down. It helps with the recovery process.”
“Oh,” Kara says, blushing again.
She’s fucking cute when she blushes. Bright pink at the tip of her nose and in the apples of her cheeks.
Seeing her acknowledge that we’re right, watching her following our orders—it’s fucking h
ot. I don’t know which I like better at this point: when she listens or when she doesn‘t.
So far, I can’t tell which way her response is going to go. It’s a fun little guessing game Chase and I get to play in our heads: will Kara obey or do we need to put her in her place?
We show her a few basic stretches to relax her muscles, but I know Chase is doing the exact same thing I am while we do it.
We’re staring at her hot little body, studying her physique as it’s pulled and pushed in whatever direction we want it to go.
Lots of people come into our gym trying to go from a four to a five, or a six to a seven.
This bitch is a ten from the fucking get-go.
“That should do it,” Chase relents to her. “You need to do that after every workout. And next time you’re here, we can show you the kinds of stretches you need to do for a warm up. You’ll be back tomorrow at, say…6:00 a.m. sharp.”
He’s only half-kidding.
