Terin
LUCKILY, I FOUND an available treadmill. As I began jogging, I saw Cole leave the weight room and head toward the men’s locker area. Some of the other women in the gym watched him leave as well. There was no denying that Cole was one fine specimen of a man. But, he was also dangerous in so many ways. One night with him could potentially get me fired and I wasn’t about to take any chances.
My phone began to vibrate again. Sighing, I slowed down and noticed that the person who’d called me earlier, someone who’d obviously had the wrong number, had just sent me a photo. I stopped the treadmill and opened up the message.
What the hell?
It was a picture of me and Cole, in the weight room. Both of us were staring into each other’s eyes and it looked much too intimate for comfort.
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