I change into workout clothes, grab my keys, and head to the gym. There’s too much built-up frustration, and I need to get rid of it so I can go to work with a clear head tomorrow. That goddamn tuxedo irritates the f**k out of me. After I’m at the gym, I warm up on the treadmill, then lift until my muscles can’t handle any more. Just as I’m walking out, Alexis walks in, and I pull out my earbuds and smile. She’s wearing shorts that barely cover her ass and a tank top.
“Hey, you, been a while,” she says, lingering on my biceps a little too long before her eyes meet mine. Alexis is a doctor at the hospital who works on the cardiology floor. A year ago, she asked me out, and I refused for other reasons, but ever since, it’s been awkward between us. Not to mention, I have a strict no-dating-d
