“What are you going to do in Connecticut?”
I let out a big sigh as I tried to maneuver myself back into my bra. Doing it one-handed as I held it up against myself was proving difficult.
“Hopefully, getting a job. Starting the rest of my life. All that stuff that comes along with being an adult,” I said. I jumped when I felt the touch on my bare shoulder.
“Here,” he said. He brushed my fingers away and redid the bra clasp for me. “That better?”
“Yes, thanks.” I couldn’t get out of the room fast enough. I spied my purse where I’d dropped it by the door. Picking it up, I looked at Shayne. He had a befuddled expression on his face.
“You sure you don’t want to grab a bite to eat or a drink?”
“No, thanks.” I forced a smile on my face. He wasn’t a terrible guy. It was nice of him to offer to make the evening seem like something more than it was. But I was sure that he couldn’t wait to be rid of me. “It was fun. Good luck with your next fight.” I gave him a small wave and ducked out of the door walking as fast as I dared. I needed to be some distance between me and my poor judgment for the evening.
CHAPTER SEVEN - SHAYNE
I woke up the morning after the fight and stretched. When I got back from the arena, I’d fallen into bed exhausted. My sleep had been deep and dreamless, and I felt relaxed and in a good mood.
I whistled as I started making breakfast. I checked my phone and saw that I had several texts from Kyle. He’d wanted to go out after the fight to celebrate, but I’d done my celebrating in my own way. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as I thought about the expression on Alexa’s face when she hit her climax. Damn, I’d never had a woman actually come on my command before. It was hot, and my dick hardened just thinking about it.
I made quick work of a small plate of eggs and some coffee. Usually, I’d have a large meal of everything I wasn’t supposed to be eating while training for a fight immediately afterward, but I didn’t even feel the craving for it today. That was odd.
Sending a text to Kyle that he could meet me at the gym, I got dressed and grabbed my gym bag. I had another fight in three weeks that I needed to get ready for. That guy was going to be a much tougher match than the newbie that I fought last night. I needed to start focusing on getting ready for it.
Checking my schedule, I saw I had another press interview later that morning. I sighed. Doing the press rounds wasn’t my favorite thing to do. I didn’t understand why people seemed so interested and intrigued with my personal life. It wasn’t much of one to begin with. I had inadvertently stumbled into something I was good at two years ago, and it had been my singular obsession ever since then.
I ate. I drank. I worked out. I fought. I screwed. Then I picked up and went to the next city and repeated the same cycle. I rarely had time for things like movies or books, but it was ironic to me that those were some of the most commonly asked questions outside of whether or not I had a girlfriend. I hadn’t had a serious girlfriend since my prep school girlfriend, Layla. After my mom had died, I had little interest in anything resembling an intimate relationship. It was just another thing to distract me from what I wanted to do.
Once I got to the gym, I started on my first series of reps at the weight machine. I preferred to do those first and hit my cardio afterwards when my heart rate was already up. My main coach, Maury, and my dietician and I had spent months talking about the most optimal routine to keep my body in peak form. I worked for hours a day to maintain it with three different coaches practicing each of the different fighting forms that I could use in the ring. I spent a lot of time thinking about it.
That’s normally what I thought about as I studied myself in the mirror making sure that I was using proper form during my lifting. But as each of the weights lifted during my set, I thought about the feel of having the weight of Alexa’s body in my arms. She had weighed next to nothing, and it had been incredibly sexy to be able to move and position her at will. When she sat down on my dick for the first time, I honestly thought I was going to implode right then.