Page 34 of Bound by Desire
Enough staring.Time for me to get outofhere.
I grab my bag and stuff my shit inside. The gym has a shower, but I’d rather use mineathome.
The bag is light. I fling it over my shoulder. One last look won’tkillme.
When I do, our eyes connect, and a cool heat—if that’s possible—slides over my skin like a caress. Damn, it’s a beautiful feeling, and so new to me.Get out.Right.
Saying nothing, I march my ass toward the door, but in doing so, I have to pass by him. Why I even care is beyond me. Normally, guys can kiss my ass. Him, I could think of a lot of other things hecouldkiss.
Stop it and go get laid,woman!
“Hey.” The deep voice comes from my left, and my feet instantly stop from thesound.
When I look up, I see sweat dripping down Deke’s face, over his high cheekbones, and down to his sensuous lips. His hair is a light brownish-blond color, but wet, it looks much darker. All this makes me wonder what he’d look like right out of theshower.
“Hey.”
He says nothing back, so I turn to move away. No sense in sticking around for a mundane conversation if he’s not goingtotalk.
“Deke,” he says, and I tilt my head toward him again. “Youare?”
“Not sure you shouldknowthat.”
A smirk plays on his lips, but it’s devilish, kicking my curiosity in gear again. “Why’sthat?”
“Don’tknowyou.”
“You’ve seen me twice, and you know I have family in the club.” He reads me well. I’m not sure if I like that or not. “Name isn’t gonnakillya.”
“You never knowaboutthat.”
He shrugs. “Alright.” Deke begins to wipe the towel over his pecs, arms, and abs, then back to his face and hair. “Gotta split, anyway.” He came in with nothing, but he puts the towel around his neck and begins towalkout.
“Rylie.”
This gets his attention, and he stops. “Rylie, you amomma?”
My brows knit as I think about what he’s talking about.Amomma?
“No, I don’t have any kids.” That must be one of the most bizarre questions I’ve been asked inmylife.
For some reason, he finds humorinthis.
“Clubmomma.”
“Not followin’,bigguy.”
“Club whore, Rylie. Are you oneofthem?”
Shock hits first. Then I let it roll off. Of course. I didn’t put those twotogether.
I can’t help chuckling. “No, Deke, I’m not a clubmomma.”
“Then why were you at the clubhouse? Someone’sol’lady?”
I cross my arms over my chest. “You sure have a lot ofquestions.”
“I like to know the people around me.” He tosses his towel over hisshoulder.
