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“You know there’s a lift right?” He shoots me a bemused look.
“Didn’t seem worth it for one flight.”
“Bet you’re regretting that now,” he teases. I smile.
“I can’t believe I bumped into you last night. I’ve not seen you all week.”
“Been looking for me?” His dark eyes twinkle, and I grin back at him.
“Sort of. I’ve been in the gym a lot but didn’t see you.”
“I had the week off,” he explains, pointing for me to take a seat at the dining table, which is set for two and laden with covered dishes. He takes my empty glass, refills it and places it on the table while I take my seat. “Did you need something, or were you just missing me?”
“Maybe a little of one…” I tease back with a coy smile. Holy crap am I trying to flirt? Embarrassed, I clear my throat and school my expression. “I wondered if you…I mean the gym…run any sort of fitness classes.”
“Course we do. We have group classes and one to one sessions, and a whole fitness timetable. What are you interested in?”
“Self defence.” There’s silence for a beat as Hector stares at me and I feel the sudden urge to fill it. “I took classes last year but I don’t want to forget my training or go rusty. I just wondered if there’s anything like that on offer.”
Hector exhales, looking relieved, and then shakes his head. “Sorry, we don’t offer anything like that, though I do think the university should.”
I nod my understanding, but I can’t help the disappointment I feel. I’m sure if I started asking about weapons training now, Hector would think I’ve lost my damn mind. Instead, I changed the subject.
“So, brinner?” I give him a weak smile, hoping he’ll take a hint. His brow creases with concern but he nods a moment later.
“Let’s eat. We can talk after.”
He reaches over and begins removing lids from the dishes, revealing all manner of breakfast dishes: from a traditional fry-up to pancakes and waffles and even bacon naan rolls and Spanish baked eggs. The scents hitting my nose reawaken my hunger and I groan.
“Everything looks and smells amazing!”
Hector beams at me. “I love cooking. It’s so nice to have someone to share it with.”
“Do your flatmates not appreciate all this?” I ask as I pile my plate high.
“Nah, they’re more packet noodles and beans on toast guys.”
“Ugh. Their loss is definitely my gain here.” I tuck in, and holy crap this guy can cook. It’s next to impossible to keep the sexual groans to myself. I can’t help my eyes fluttering closed to savour every mouthful. “This is…incredible. So you work in the gym, you’re a PT, you look like that…” I blush. “And you can cook? Your girlfriend must be the happiest girl in the world.”
“Nah.” He shrugs, looking bashful.
I nod knowingly then wink at him. “Shit in bed?”
His laugh is a deep rumble that spreads a smile across my face.
“I’d be more than willing to demonstrate my talents in that area too.”
The temperature in the room rises by about a thousand degrees and I have to take a sip of my water to keep from fanning myself.
“I think the girlfriend may have something to say about that.”
“She would, no doubt…if she existed.”
“Oh. Well, you should probably hurry up and wife up. Your skill set is far too valuable to stay single.”
“I’ll take it under advice, thanks.” He chuckles lightly. I love the way his warm eyes sparkle and how easy the conversation flows between us. Definitely flirty though, but I don’t mind at all.
“Thank you so much for the invite.”
