Page 11 of The Worst Guy Ever
Me:A weekend in a cabin in the woods where we fucked on every surface in every room
Hottie:Sounds unhygienic
Me:Maybe it was the car-wash
Hottie:Express service? Thanks for confirming my theory that you’re a quick guy. Though I’m afraid your attempt to get me thinking sexy thoughts has failed. Car-washes will never be sexy for me because they make me think of something else.
Me:What?
Hottie:My dad. He used to take us to a car-wash for a treat. He’d let me lie on the parcel shelf.
Me:Used to. Is he dead?
Hottie:Deadbeat more like. Could be actually dead. No idea
Me:Sorry
Hottie:Me too. Fuck off now.
And with that one confession, Hattie becomes a bit less of a mystery.
Chapter 3
Hattie
Forsomeonewhoclaimsto get laid so often, Rob certainly has a lot of free time to text me. It’s happened every night this week, each of his conversations getting more and more suggestive.
Not content with asking me about the best sex I’ve ever had, truly a question rooted in male insecurity, he’s covered favourite positions, unfulfilled fantasies, and even promised he can beat my personal record of four orgasms in one night.
I know what he’s doing. He’s trying to break me down so I’ll cave and he’ll win the bet. Unfortunately for me, it’s working.
He clearly loves the chase, and I’m surprised to find that I don’t exactly hate being the one he’s chasing. Every stupid message has me craving him more, and by the middle of the month, I’m in the gym most days burning off excess energy and sexual frustration.
I’m about to round out my workout with twenty minutes on the stair climber when Rob appears, leaning against the equipment with that gorgeous cocky grin spread across his face.
“Hey, beautiful.” He’s his usual delicious self in a fresh t-shirt and shorts, exactly the right length to show off his toned thighs. He has a towel tucked under his arm, a full bottle of water in the other fist. “I didn’t know you’re a member here.”
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.I’ve been coming here for years. It’s my sanctuary.
I turn my head but keep my eyes on him.
“Jase,” I call out to one of the PTs who works here, and my favourite sparring partner. “Have you ever seen this guy here before?”
“No, he just joined.” He edges closer our way, no doubt sensing my frustration. This is a great gym, and the customers are decent, respectful people, but it doesn’t mean we don’t get the occasional creep in here pestering women who just want to work out in peace. “Do you need help with the equipment, Sir?”
“No, I’m good, bro. We know each other.” Rob nods towards me in hisstand down, fellow good guytone.
Jase steps between us. “You all good, H?”
“I’ve got it, thanks.” I stab at the buttons and Jase leaves me to program my workout speed. “Stalking is a pretty desperate way to get someone into bed, Rob.”
“I’m just here for the gains.”Ew, cringe.“But good to know you’re thinking about getting into bed with me.”
“Piss off.” I fire up the machine and in the mirror I see him hop on the bike behind me. I start climbing and try to concentrate on my breathing, but it’s not long before I see a text pop up on my smartwatch.
Knob:Your arse looks incredible
“I’ll have you banned for harassment, Rob,” I yell without turning, without looking in the mirror, my eyes glued to the monitor in front of me. Doesn’t stop me sticking it out a little further, knowing he’ll enjoy the view. I’ve worked hard for this peach.
