Page 5 of No Mercy
I watch her lips move, imagining taking her into the back office and re-enacting that exact scene in my head. It’s taking every ounce of control not to take her right then and there.
It takes me a moment to realise she was speaking to me, and I haven’t heard a word she’s said.
Down boy, not now.
“Sorry, what?” I say, snapping back to reality.
She gives me a confused look, clearly noticing my lapse in attention
“I don’t think this gym is for me.” She says suddenly, her voice firmer now like she’s trying to take control of the situation. She fumbles with her keys, trying to get them back into the ignition.
Oh no, not so fast sweetie.
Before she has the chance to roll the window up, I step closer, resting my hand lightly on the top edge of the door. “Wait,” I say, dropping my tone softer. “How do you know its not for you if you’ve never been inside?”
She hesitates, going over my question.
“I’ll give you a tour,” I offer, trying to give her an excuse to stay. “On me. Five minutes. What do you say Eva?”
I stand there as she goes over my offer, praying she says yes.
She meets my gaze and for a moment, I see something flicker in her eyes, as if she’s fighting an internal battle with herself.
“Five minutes,” She repeats, her voice barely above a whisper.
Fuck yes.
I hold back a smile, “Five minutes,” I confirm, holding my hands up as I take a step back giving her space.
To my surprise, she pulls the keys away from the ignition and opens the car door. It’s only then that I get a full view of her.
Holy shit.
Her blonde hair falls in soft curls above her shoulders while her black tank top clings to her curves in all the right places. Her leather leggings hug her legs like a second skin, showing her thighs
God, those thighs.
For a second, I forget how to breathe as I take in the sight before me.
Eva, or Kate as she calls herself, clears her throat, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Clearing my throat, I hold my hand out in the direction of the gym. “After you.”
She looks at me for a few seconds, debating if she really should go or not. I take the opportunity to take the lead and go first.
“Or after me” I say before walking back towards the gym, silently praying that she’s following.
God, what am I getting myself into?
CHAPTER 3
EVA
Well done Eva.You royally fucked this one up.
Why the hell did I give him the nameKate? I don’t even know anyone with that name. The second he said the name Eva, it was like my heart stopped from embarrassment for a brief second. I have no idea how he knew my name, and to be honest, I don’t think I want to know.
Now here I am, on my way to a stupid gym tour, but it gets better. I’ve agreed to a tour, where my current target is. I rack my brain, desperately trying to think of a way out before it’s too late. I could pretend someone’s calling me. The good ole “Emergency get-out-of-jail” card. It never fails.
