I almost jumped in surprise when she approached me directly, standing on the very front of my machine, to get my attention.
My gaze traveled up slowly, trying not to linger on the way her br**sts rose out of her sports bra’s neckline as she leaned into my machine. She was spilling out of the thing.
She beamed at me.
I swallowed hard, catching the side bar and swinging first one leg, and then the other, onto the footrests on the sides, coming to a stop.
I popped out an ear bud, raising my brows in what I hoped was a look of polite interest.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hey,” I panted back, shutting the treadmill down. May as well quit, since I’d reached my goal.
She handed me my towel, and I took it, immediately wiping my brow. This was a new development, and a strange one, to be sure.
She held up the second towel, my OCD towel, if you will. “I saw that you have two. I forgot mine. You mind if I borrow it?”
I shook my head. “Go for it. Glad I could help.”
She smiled again. Her teeth were gorgeous, straight and white against her tan skin. “What’s your name?” she asked me.
I was caught off guard, and so it took me a few extra beats to answer awkwardly. “Alasdair.”
She raised her brows, looking intrigued. “Nice name. It has a lot of character. Do you shorten it at all, or should I call you that, Alasdair?”
Hearing her say my name made me feel indecent. Just beastly. I briefly considered cutting my workout short. “Sometimes my friends call me Dair.”
“Dair. I like that too. And are you daring, Dair?”
“Not particularly,” I said quickly, my heart pounding. I couldn’t quite believe that she was hitting on me, but if she was, I needed to put a short stop to it.
Way too young, I told myself firmly.
I moved to the weights, and she followed like we were old friends. I started doing curls, eyes glued to her as she grabbed some smaller weights and started doing dead lifts with a hammer curl.
The sight of that nearly had me slack-jawed. The move consisted of her bending down at the waist, her legs straight, and touching the ground, then lifting back, her ponytail bouncing, back arched, her incredible ass sticking out, and bringing her arms into a curl.
She faced away from me when she did it, giving me a perfect view. Her shorts were so thin, her skin so supple, that it was more perfectly designed to turn me on than a p**n o. And I’d watched plenty of p**n . The girl was set on giving me a heart attack today.
She kept doing it for the longest time, sending me a look over her shoulder as she straightened on the last rep. She smiled that sweet little smile at me. “Well, aren’t you going to ask me?”
I had no idea what she was talking about, but my mind went very dirty with it.
Could you do that one more time, but pull your shorts down for this one, so I can f**k your brains out? I was pretty positive that wasn’t what she meant.
Can I give you a ride home? Or maybe a hard ride on my cock? Nope, those two were out, too.
Or how about, Want to grab a coffee after this? That one was better, but I held my tongue.
“Excuse me?” I asked instead. The safest bet of all.
“My name. I know yours now. Don’t you want to know mine?”
I smiled politely, sincerely hoping that my raging hard-on wasn’t too obvious. I was wearing athletic pants and a long sweatshirt, so I was probably safe. “Yes, of course. Nice to meet you…”
“Iris.”
My brows shot up. You didn’t see many girls her age named Iris. “Iris?”
Her eyes twinkled at me. She gave very good eye contact. Intense, but good. “Don’t you like it?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered out. “It’s a beautiful name.”
“It’s always easy to pick out flowers for me. My favorite flower is the same as my name.”
“I’ll make a note of it.” What the f**k did you say that for? I asked myself. Of course I wouldn’t be getting her flowers. Totally inappropriate.
She looked pleased as punch. “You do that.”
She bent down, her back arched like a pinup girl, and picked up her borrowed towel. She moved closer, dabbing at her cle**age with it.
I swallowed hard, my c**k throbbing in time to my accelerated heart rate.
“Upper body today, huh?” she asked.
I was watching her perky tits as she said it, so I blinked like an idiot. Her ni**les were hard. I could see them through that flimsy as hell bra. “Hmm?”
The towel moved down to her stomach. She didn’t look to be sweating much, but she patted herself down like she was.
I was in a full-on sweat. I designed it that way. It made for a better workout, but just then I wanted to strip down.
Strip down and pin a na**d Iris to the floor.
“You’re working your upper body today. You alternate, right?”
“Oh yeah.”
“It’s an intense workout you’ve got going. You training for something in particular?”
I shook my head. “Just trying to stay fit. What about you? You clock in three hours, too, right?”
She shrugged. “That’s a new thing, though I do enjoy a good workout. Just trying to keep things nice and tight.”
That made my brain short-circuit. “Things are looking very tight.” A perfect fit for my cock, my perverted mind added.
She came a little closer, almost into my personal space. “Thank you. That’s a big compliment, coming from a gym regular like you.”
I couldn’t take anymore. I turned, put the weights back on the bar, and went into a round of grueling pushups.
When I rose again, she was a few feet away doing French press reps, her chest thrust forward.
I turned quickly away, and tried not to so much as glance at her.
CHAPTER TWO
She kept her distance until I was on the last quarter hour of my routine, making my rounds on the machines.
“I bet you have some super special after-workout drink you down after these sessions,” she told me as she approached my machine, her tone playful.
She got right up in my personal space, her br**sts just inches from my face.
I looked up at her eyes, mine almost pleading. She had to quit teasing me, whether or not she knew that’s what she was doing.