I can see she’s looking for me, glancing around, fidgeting with her car key and hasn’t spotted me yet.
“Okay, thanks,” Ryan says and leaves the office. I do my best to not gawk over Elania, in fear that she will catch me. But it’s damn near impossible. Jesus, her body is amazing. It’s everything I imagined it would be under those damn dresses that she wears.
Knowing I need to get to her, I open the safe and snatch a stack of ones. Then I stand and take a deep breath. Here goes nothing. As I leave the office, with my eyes focused only on her, she is buying a tank top at the counter, and I curse myself under my breath for coming up with the idea to have custom tanks in the first place.
I pass the money to Ryan and watch in slow motion as Elania pulls her new purchase over her head. Damn, she’s sexy. She turns and we lock eyes, both of us frozen as if it’s the first time we’ve seen each other. Her eyes never leave mine and don’t even hint at a glance towards my leg.
“Hi,” she says.
“Hey,” I respond, no longer gawking at her beauty. I’m respectful – I want her to feel comfortable here, with me, any time.
“Sorry I’m late,” she says as I lean down to hug her and gently kiss her cheek.
“Don’t be,” I tell her, pulling us apart, hiding that I’d started to stress and worry that she wasn’t going to show up.
“Thanks.”
“So…are you ready?”
“If you are.”
I smile and place my hand on the small of her back, glancing at Amanda for a brief second. She’s got the biggest smile on her face and winks at me.
“Do you want to set your stuff in the office?” I ask her.
“Yeah, that’d be great.”
I direct us that way and immediately imagine closing the door and doing very bad things to her. On my desk. Against the wall. In my chair.
I change the subject in hopes that it will clear my mind. “Good choice on the shirt you bought. It’s the one I designed.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, it looks good on you.”
“Thanks. This place is really nice, even better than what I saw online. Very impressive.”
I take her phone, wallet, and car key, placing them in the desk drawer.
“So you looked us up online?”
“Yeah, I told you that a while ago. I was considering coming here, but the drive is just too far.”
“Oh yeah. Well, don’t worry, I’m gonna open something just for you.”
“Just for me?” She asks smiling at me as we leave the office.
“So what’s tonight gonna involve?”
Her question completely catches me off guard. My filthy mind wants to do so much with her, to her, that I’ve totally spaced on the fact that she’s here to actually exercise. I pull myself back. I can’t make her feel uncomfortable, or jeopardize our professional relationship. Right?
Fuck, she’s staring at me. I’m not sure if it’s because she wants me as well, or she simply wants an answer. “Let’s start with some cardio,” I tell her and we head upstairs to the indoor cardio track that wraps the inside of the gym.
We begin to walk and things are quiet. My head is in the gutter, and dammit, I’m not sure where hers is.
“So do you do this often?” she asks me.
I look at her blazing light eyes trying to figure out what she is asking. “What do you mean?”
“Give private lessons?”
For fuck’s sake, I really need to keep my shit together when I am with her. She makes me forget about everything else except what I want to do with her. I haven’t even stressed about my leg and that’s a rarity.
“Nope, I told you I don’t.”
“Really? I must’ve forgot,” she asks, almost stopping us on the track.
“Yeah, I handle more of the management side of the gym and overseeing that everything runs smoothly. Lessons aren’t my…” I don’t bother finishing my sentence. The truth is, lessons aren’t my thing. But, any time with Elania is worthwhile in my opinion. “Wanna run?”
She nods her head and we pick up our pace. We are no longer walking quickly, now both of us are moving our bodies in line together. Thankfully, my leg feels good today, so it doesn’t hinder my speed at all, because Elania’s idea of running is damn near marathon racing. I can tell she likes to run.
After two laps, I slow the pace. Her lungs heave in her chest and I can tell this got her warmed up enough. “Ready to lift some weights?”
She shrugs her shoulders and in this moment, I love the look of hesitation that is written all over her face. It’s not something that she shows often, but it shows how real she is.
Heading to the free weights, I explain everything in detail so she knows exactly what we are going to be doing. To my surprise, she is interested and doesn’t seem one bit scared.