True to her word, she was giving me suggestions and hints on how to manage things better. So far, I had shot down every one and acted like a complete ass to boot. I wasn’t even sure if it bothered her at all, though. She just kept coming back for more. Maury was more pissed off than usual because he said after each one of those with meetings with Alexa, my attention span was shot to shit.
I had started to crave being close to her. As things were ramping up for the fight, my stress level increased too, and she was a calming presence in the eye of my storm. I stopped in to annoy her with every trip to the locker room and going around the gym to chat with my buddies. She was constantly working on some spreadsheet; her eyes focused on her computer screen with a pencil stuck up holding her long tresses in a bun. It was an incredibly sexy mix between a librarian and a lawyer, and it made me want to bend her over her desk, push up her skirt, and fuck her right there.
Of course, she hadn’t shown the slightest bit of interest in anything like that. In fact, every time I made one of my lewd innuendos, she countered with some detail about our parents’ upcoming wedding as if to remind me that our relationship had an awkward connotation to it now that would be even more awkward in a few months. I didn’t give a shit about that, but it surely seemed like she did. And that annoyed me more than anything. It pissed me off that once again my dad was in control of a part of my life. A rather important one at that.
“You are fucking distracted again,” Maury said in disgust pulling off his gloves and throwing them down on the mat. “This isn’t going to work, kid.”
I let my hands down. My arms felt like jelly. We’d been going at it all day, and as I glanced at the clock on the wall, I saw it was after seven. We were set to leave in the morning for St. Louis. This was the last workout on my home turf, and I had wanted it to be good. Unfortunately, he was right. I was distracted.
“Fuck you, Maury,” I said. I wasn’t in the mood for his bullshit. “Go home. I’ll close up and see you tomorrow.”
Grumbling, the older man slid out of the ropes and headed back toward the locker room. I started moving through a series of stances and tried to clear my mind. I barely heard him as he crossed the gym floor and headed back to the front door. I was alone in the gym, and the silence should have been a welcome change, but it wasn’t.
Ten minutes later, I heard the sound of the front door open and close. Rolling my eyes, I called out. “Yes, I’m still here, and I’m still practicing, so get off my ass, Maury.”
Alexa emerged from the hallway with an apologetic smile and gave me a small wave. “Sorry to interrupt. Just me. I forgot my phone in my office.”
I paused in my forms and shrugged. She had changed since earlier in the day and was wearing an outfit similar to what she had been wearing the night I met her. I wondered if she was going out, and that thought annoyed me even more. No doubt it was just because I haven’t gotten laid in three weeks. Not since after my last fight…with Alexa.
Keeping my movements tight as I moved around the ring, I tried to forget she was there. So I was surprised when I saw movement on the steps leading up the ring. I stopped and saw Alexa standing there watching me with a small grin on her face. “I always wondered what it looked like from up here.”
I couldn’t keep myself from returning the smile. Most chicks I talked to couldn’t care less about what actually went into what I did, outside of the fact that they loved the sweaty manliness of it all. It was a brutal sport, and something about that made them drop their panties in a flash. Alexa had been asking me a question here and there about my training or some rule she had read about. It made me think that she was developing more than a casual interest in the sport.
Motioning for her to come into the ring, I moved the ropes so she could step inside. I watched her as she sidled to the center and did a slow turn. Her eyes landed on me, and I raised my eyebrows. “What do you think?”
“It’s not as big as I expected,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “Not a lot of room to move around.”
“This is a close contact sport. Too much room means there isn’t going to be as much contact.” I winked at her and couldn’t help but chuckle when I saw her roll her eyes. I put my hands up. “There’s plenty of room. Try it. Hit me.”
“That’s ridiculous,” she said, but I could tell by the way that she pulled her lower lip into her mouth that she was intrigued. “I don’t know anything about what you do.”