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What the hell, Keaton. Knock it off.
Bodhi swings the door open, and it takes everything in me not to stand there and gawk.
“Keaton? What are you doing here?”
Standing there shirtless in just a pair of workout shorts, I fight to maintain eye contact instead of taking in his bronzed broad shoulders and naked torso. The man is definitely fit, with washboard abs and those hip lines that disappear down below his waistline.
“Yeah, uh, I thought I’d stop by” I trail off, suddenly incapable of forming complete sentences or thoughts.
Bodhi chuckles, obviously enjoying my inability to speak.
“You should have called. I would have at least made sure I had clothes on,” he smirks, knowing the effect he’s having on the stupid girlish parts of my brain right now.
“I did. Well, I called the number on that card and your assistant answered and said you weren’t in the office today, so I thought I’d go out on a limb and stop by, even though there was a good chance you might not even be home, but I’m here now and you’re obviously home so,” I can’t stop the word vomit, and I don’t understand what is happening to me. It’s not like I’ve never seen a half-naked guy before, and I don’t even like Bodhi that much.
“Gotcha,” he laughs.
“Yeah.”
“Well, since you’re here now, how about some practice?” he asks, rubbing his palms together.
“This again?” I say, crossing my arms over my chest but then immediately dropping them after I see Bodhi’s attention land on the cleavage exposed by my V-neck shirt.
I know that this is basically why I came over, but the stubborn part of me can’t just give in so easily.
“Honestly, this would be for my benefit,” Bodhi explains. “The next track coming up this weekend is off-road, and I need to stay loose. I should have never suggested that you couldn’t hold your own against me. I was just being an ass.” He has the decency to look remorseful when he says it.
“Oh, you think?” I quip.
“I’m sorry, okay?” he says, giving me this pathetic puppy dog face, eyes all big and sappy. “I guess my fragile ego just couldn’t take it.”
I suddenly want to shove him backward, but settle for arching a brow at him, unamused.
“What? It hasn’t been stroked in a while,” he says, biting his bottom lip.
My eyes go wide, and I sputter, trying not to choke to death on the gasp stuck in my throat.
Bodhi smirks before clarifying, “My ego, Princess. Calm down.”
This cocky little prick.
“For someone who wants me to race with him so badly, you’re not doing a very good job of convincing me to stay,” I say in all seriousness, a little thrown off by his forward and playful manner. I’m supposed to not like this guy, and part of me is starting to enjoy this little back-and-forth banter between us.
“Oh really, and tell me Keaton; what’s it going to take to convince you?”
Again, with that damn suggestive look in his eyes
“Seriously, dude?”
“Okay, okay,” he raises his hands up in surrender. “Honestly, I just couldn’t stomach being beaten by another chick.”
“Another?”
“Yeah, Lacey Breckenridge. It’s her rookie year, and she’s kicking ass. I don’t know what Alderson is teaching her, but it’s fucking working.”
“Wow, you really do have a fragile ego.”
“I know. It’s a curse,” Bodhi sighs dramatically, leaning against his doorjamb.
