Page 54 of Breaking the Rules
Chapter Ten
Hunter
Emma steps into the gym and flashes the guy at the counter a megawatt smile.
His eyes go straight to her. "Ms. Kane, right?"
"Yeah." She presses her palm against the counter. "Alan, right?"
He nods. "Been awhile."
She nods. "Yeah. I'm not the gym type. Getting back in shape though." She pats her stomach over her hoodie.
It's a ridiculous claim.
Maybe Emma isn't a body builder.
But she's hot, any way you cut it.
Those leggings are tight on her long limbs.
And, fuck, the way that sheer black mesh skims her skin—
I want to tear those things off.
To dive between her legs.
Lick her until she's screaming.
My heart thuds.
My blood races.
It's a normal reaction at the gym.
Almost.
She unzips her hoodie and hangs it over her arm.
Her tits strain against her tight black sports bra.
That's all she's wearing.
Fuck meleggings and a tiny sports bra.
She's trying to kill me.
I suck a breath through my teeth.
Shrug my shoulders.
Fail to direct my blood back to my brain.
There's something wrong with me.
I'm magnetically drawn to shit that's bad for me.
"So…" She motions to the weights on the left. Then to the cardio machines against the wall to the right. "What are we doing today?"
