Two days later, I had missed my workout at noon because of an overly long client meeting, so I took a break at eight that night and went to the gym to make up for it.
After changing, I chose an elliptical machine and pumped my legs as I watched CNN while music thumped through the gym’s speakers. I was getting into my rhythm when my eye candy showed up by the weights, wearing shorts and sneakers…and nothing else. Mother of God. Thankfully, no one was nearby to hear me gasp and groan. And f**k, I hadn’t worn a cup because I hadn’t expected him to be around this time of night.
I did my best to gather my composure, thinking of dead bodies or decaying rodents since it was only the two of us right then and I didn’t want to embarrass myself any more than necessary. Not wanting to seem like a pe
