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The morning is perfect. We drive to Pete's fancy Hollywood gym. It's a huge room but it's mostly empty. There are two dozen people here, half civilians, half B or C-list celebrities. Nobody makes a fuss or introduces themselves.
Big glass windows let in the soft glow of morning and offer a 360 view of the city. It can't convince me to stare at anything other than Pete.
He's working out shirtless.
It becomes clear how he maintains such a brilliant, work of art of a body. The man is focused when it comes to lifting. He focuses with the same concentration he brings to his playing.
Between sets, he shoots me flirtatious glances.
Usually, I hate the cardio machines at the gym. I feel like a hamster on a wheel running on the treadmill's endless belt. Not today. Today, I'm ready to go for hours.
No one notices me—no one notices the girl with glasses, a messy ponytail, and an ample ass—until Pete checks on me.
He tugs at my loose tank top. "Seems unfair that you're wearing a shirt."
"Convince me to take it off."
His smile lights up his face. "I will." He leans in close and lowers his voice. "Don't want you dripping till you're in the shower with me."
Yes please. I nod an okay.
"How much longer you want to stay?"
"None."
He chuckles. "Let's say fifteen minutes."
"Let's say fifteen seconds," I counter.
Pete winks and takes a step backwards. "I'll make it worth the wait."
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The drive homeis painfully slow, but being pressed against Pete in the tile shower is more than enough to make up for it. Warm water makes us slick and slippery. I only barely manage to hold him close as I kiss him.
Everything stays above the waist. He's such a damn tease.
Still, I stay on a cloud all the way through breakfast and the drive to the Santa Monica building.
Pete parks his Tesla in a VIP area. He carries my bag around his shoulder, his arm around my waist protectively.
He even presses me against the elevator wall, kissing me until I'm groaning and clawing at his hair. He's hard. He does nothing to hide that fact as we step onto the floor.
This isn't the behavior of a man who doesn't want forever.
It's the behavior of a man who is fucking crazy about me.
How the hell do I make him see it that way?
Miles, Tom, and Drew are already here. They're hanging out on the couches that line the giant lobby. The label's logo is plastered on the wall with shiny silver letters.
Tom shakes his head. "Jesus, you're gonna put an eye out walking around like that." He looks at me. "Which one of you is the tease?"
"You really have to ask?" Miles jumps in. "She's panting. He's cool as a cucumber."
"You guys need hobbies." Drew pushes off the couch and turns his attention to his cell.
