The mirrored walls of the empty gym caught the late afternoon light, turning the air golden. Maris tugged at the hem of her body hug workout top… the one that clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating her curves in a way that felt tempting.
She felt oddly self-conscious as she waited. She’d expected music and chatter, maybe a few other people around… but it was just her… and him.
Jeff strolled in from the staff room, rolling his shoulders, a towel slung over one arm. His black T-shirt clung in places where the workout earlier had left its mark, and his easy smile made her heartbeat pick up in a way that had nothing to do with cardio.
“Ready?” His voice was low, confident, as though he already knew the answer.
She nodded quickly. “Yeah. I mean… yes. Ready.”
He stepped closer,
