Page 6 of Covert Affair

To make matters worse I feel like the minute I did finally close my eyes Cody was awake – and working out! There is no way I could sleep through that.

“Hey, uhm. You know the hotel has a gym, right?” I sit back against the headboard, keeping the white hotel comforter pulled up to my neck. I don’t care if I am wearing a long sleeve shirt and shorts, I need the extra layer of protection between me and his entire persona.

Cody grunts between push-ups. “You were still sleeping. Didn’t want to wake you. Wasn’t sure if you wanted to work out this morning or not. I was trying to get my workout in before your prep for tonight starts in two hours.”

“You don’t have to wait for me to use the gym…” My voice trails off as he cuts a glare at me. I concede this time. “Uh, yeah…right. I forgot. Well, if you want, we can go together. I planned to try and grab one more workout.”

Hopping up from the floor, Cody grabs a towel and wipes sweat from his face then grabs a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and cracks it open. “If you’re up for it,” he says after a long and way too sexy gulp.

“Sure. Give me a few minutes to change into work out clothes; then we can go.” I have to work hard to maintain my weight, especially if I want to enjoy food. I'm not one of those people with a fast metabolism and a workout will hopefully put me in a strong mindset for tonight too.

Cody nods in response.

Less than five minutes later, I’m out of the bathroom and dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a tight fitting tank top. I don’t miss how Cody scans my body before turning away.

I grab my phone, wireless headphones and my own bottle of water.

Cody holds a large blender cup out to me. “Here, breakfast isn’t until eight o’clock according to your itinerary; you need some kind of fuel in your system to work out.”

“Th-thanks. I think.” I mumble.

“Don’t read too much into it. I don’t want you passing out on my watch,” he gently reaches for my arm. “Remember, when we walk out this door, we’re a couple.”

I pull away. “You don’t have to remind me.”

Thankfully, when we walk into the on-site gym, we find it mostly empty. I pop my earbuds in and play the three Beatles songs for tonight’s set on repeat. I’m confident that I know the words, but I’m taking no chances.

Forty-five minutes later, I realize that I have underestimated exactly what Cody had in mind when he said workout. He is hardcore. Me? A good thirty minutes on the treadmill and some light weights, I’m good to go. Not Cody. He ran on the treadmill next to me for a solid twenty minutes, jumped off and went right to lifting weight and interval training. My muscles ache just from watching him.

He pauses and catches me staring, “Do you need a spotter?”

“A, what?” I look around, then it clicks. “Oh. A spotter.”

Cody smirks.

I’m going to regret this. “Yeah, sure. Why not?”

He moves to the weight bench and adjusts the bar for me, “Think you can handle this?”

“Of course,” I tease in response to his wink.

It doesn't take long, I’m ready to beg him to stop torturing me. My arms feel like jello, and I’m pretty sure I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow. I’m saved by the bell when Cody’s phone buzzes.

“You might want to take a ten-minute cooldown on the treadmill before we head back up. Breakfast should be delivered soon.”

“How do you do that?” I pant.

“Do what?”

“You don’t even look like you’ve been working out. I, on the other hand, look like a drowned rat.” There isn’t even an ounce of sweat soaking through his shirt. I’m sure I could wring mine out.

Cody looks around before responding. “I’m sure this is the part where I’m supposed to tell you that you don’t look like a rat. But, you do look like you’ve been rode hard and put away wet.”

His retort has me stumbling over my own two feet. “Jesus. Tell me you don’t talk to all your girlfriends that way.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he snorts.

“You’re such an…” I’m about to call him an asshole when someone else walks in the gym. “A sweetheart.” I fake, nearly choking on my own words.

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