Page 190 of Dream Girl
“I’m Evan’s?” Grace said softly, staying close to me.
“You are.” From the moment Evan told me we were bringing a strange girl home–and shelethim–I knew. It was in the way she curled into him on the couch. How she trusted him even before she remembered her own name.
It was adorable to see my omega dote on someone that way–and to see her melt for him.
“She doesn’t know Wes, but she’s met Evan many times. He even comes with me sometimes. Change in the locker room and use any empty locker,” I told her.
I changed and got my gloves and hers along with our water bottles and waited for her.
Grace came out a few moments later in some leggings and a T-shirt that had a formula on it. She plopped down. “How much of an ass-kicking am I going to get?”
“It’s an easy class. You might even enjoy it. Do you usually do any sports or classes or anything? Well, besides skate smash?” I took her back to the classroom, where a few ladies were already stretching out.
She frowned. “I’m pretty sure that I haven’t been very active since I finished my PhD. I don’t like running for fun. Hmmm, I think I like cardio-boxing.”
“Noted.” I handed her a water bottle. “This is for you. Warm up, everyone should arrive soon.”
“Ooh, are you teaching tonight, Jett?” one of the regulars asked. Her wife often refereed at my tournaments.
“Yep. Cam can’t make it so you’re stuck with me.” I stretched out, watching Grace, noting how she moved. She was graceful–dance background, probably. Most omegas studied shit like ballet, cheerleading, and ice skating.
The room filled up. I cued up Cam’s playlist and taught the class, correcting everyone’s form when needed. While this was obviously new to Grace, she followed instructions and took feedback well. She also looked like she was having fun. By the end, it was clear she was tired.
“Good night, everyone.” I waved.
Grace laid down on the floor like a starfish. “Oh, my god. Good cardio, but that kicked my ass. I’m going to feel that tomorrow.”
She started stretching her legs, still lying on the floor.
“Stretch, drink water. Did you like it?” I did a few stretches myself.
“I did. It was fun.” She grinned. “Do you teach this often?”
“Not really.” Often enough so that I knew the moves. “Go change, and then we’ll eat. Do you feel like anything in particular?” I gave her a hand up. I was hungry, and well, I should get to know her a little better.
“You know, I could go for a big bowl of spicy noodles. Are there any good noodle shops around here?” Grace chewed on her lower lip as we left the classroom.
“I know a great place. It’s a hole in the wall though,” I told her, wondering if it was a good idea to take her there without one of the alphas. A couple of women in class were licking their lips as she walked past, and they were betas.
We changed, and she eyed my motorcycle as we came back out.
“The parking lot is big, can I give it a go?” she asked.
“Be careful and don’t go fast.” I watched as she got on. It was a little tall for her. Grace took a moment to familiarize herself then she took off around the parking lot.
Finally, she came back. “How’d I do?”
“That was great.” Better than I expected. “Should we go eat?” I’d have to talk to Evan about getting one better suited to her size.
We got on and I took her to the outdoor market, toward the area with strings of small family-run restaurants. The best food was here, not at places like Supressa. Her reaction would tell me a lot about her.
After parking, I brought her inside. The place was small, with a few booths, a bar, and blaring music, and a patio with lights and more tables.
The owner waved and told me in Mandarin to choose a table. I grabbed a menu.
“Reminds me of a place we always ate at when I was getting my PhD,” she said.
“Cheap and tasty? I found this place when I came out here for university,” I told her. We sat down at one of the round metal tables, and I handed her the menu since I knew what I wanted.
