Page 62 of Gym Bros
I get another eyebrow lift for that. “Let me take you on a date,” he says.
“What?” I practically squeak. “No!”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’tdate. And you’re…” I catch myself just in time to not tell him all the reasons this is bad badbad.
He’s too young for me. He’s not my type. He’s Marcus’s son. He doesn’t want me like that.
“My client.” I say because that’s a safe and good enough reason to refuse.
“You don’t date?” Samuel asks. “Ever?”
“No.”
“Never?”
“I’m in my single era.”
He huffs a short laugh. “Okay.”
“So you’ll back off?” I ask.
“I’m backing off,” Samuel says, both hands off me, held up in surrender, but his smile is amused.
“What’s funny?”
“Literally nothing,” he says, wryly. “I’m gonna go.”
“Wait—what? Don’t do that. Rachel’s gonna kill me if I run you off.” I’m guessing that wasn’t his amused smile. It was his resigned one.
He waves at the table—all the shots. “Whoever paid for all this, tell them thanks. And for brunch and yoga. It was fun for a while.”
I grab his arm before he can get up. “Don’tgo. We can still have fun.”
He glances around the club, then his gaze rests on me again. “This isn’t really my scene. But thanks for the dance. And the kiss.”
“Samuel.” I can hear the pleading note in my voice. Why it’s there, I’m too buzzed to pick apart, but I don’t want him to go like this. I even have this wild urge to sit on top of him and hold him down, but I realize that would definitely send the wrong signal. “Will you be at the gym Monday?”
He grimaces. “Yeah.”
“And we can put this behind us?”
For the first time, he rolls his eyes atme. I get why he doesn’t like when I do it.
“Whatever,” he says, easily peeling my death grip off his arm and standing. He grabs a water to go. “Good night.”
I’m still a limp noodle. “Sam…”
With one last lingering glance at me from those sparkling, long-lashed eyes, he disappears into the mass of people.
I drink some water, too, parched.
Priya shows up a few minutes later, glowing with sweat. “Where’s Saber?”
“He left,” I say weakly.
“Why?”
