Page 58 of Breaking the Rules
I claim a free bench for her.
She slides the last weight onto the right side. "That good?"
"Yeah." I secure the weights. Take a seat. "You're warmed up now."
"Uh-huh."
"Lie down." I motion to the bench next to mine. "You're gonna use the bar."
She stares at me like I'm crazy.
"It's lighter than the plate." All right, the same weight as the plate. But close enough. "You've got it. Trust me."
"Okay, but if I can't, bet's off."
"Fair."
She sits on the bench. "I want to state, for the record, that this is a waste of time."
"Is it?"
"Yeah. Why spend all your time at the gym?"
"It feels good, getting stronger," I say.
"Getting bigger?"
"Well, yeah."
Her gaze flits to my crotch. It's a quick second. But it's as clear as day.
Her eyes meet mine.
Her cheeks flush. "Does that ever happen?"
"Do I ever get hard at the gym?"
"Yeah." She motions to the women on the treadmill. "There are attractive women here." She arches her back, thrusting her chest in the air. "I mean, look at me."
Fuck, I'm looking too closely.
She's so tall.
Long and lean with slight curves and soft skin.
I shake my head. "You ever hear guys talking about a pump?"
"No…"
"Blood's flowing to your muscles during a workout."
"Exactly."
"This place is kind of a sausage fest."
"Yeah." She makes a show of checking out the guy at the lat pull down. "There are some hotties here."
"Now you'll have an excuse to hang out."
