Page 9 of My Trainer Neighbor
How had he known that?I hadn't told him why I was at the doctor's office.
"One session," I reminded him.
"One session," he agreed, but something in his expression suggested he wasn't worried about me backing out.
The annoying part was, he was probably right.
I escaped to my apartment and headed for the shower, telling myself the heat I was feeling had everything to do with the workout and nothing to do with the memory of Shawn's hands on my back.
But as I stood under the spray, I kept thinking about how he'd looked at me.Not like I was some uptight executive who needed to be fixed, but like I was a puzzle he wanted to solve.
Like I was interesting.
When was the last time a man had looked at me like that?When was the last time anyone had looked at me like that?
Too long.That was becoming the answer to a lot of questions lately.
I turned off the water and reached for my towel, catching a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror.My cheeks were flushed, my hair was a mess, and for once I didn't look like I was about to collapse from exhaustion.
I looked alive.
Maybe Dr.Kapoor had been right about the exercise thing.
And maybe, just maybe, one more session wouldn't hurt.
Chapter Four
Shawn
I'd been thinking about Nicole's ass for three days straight.
Not in a casual, appreciative way either.In a wake-up-hard-every-morning, cold-shower-isn't-helping kind of way that was starting to seriously interfere with my ability to function like a normal human being.
The yoga pants she'd worn to our training session had been a revelation.All those weeks of seeing her in conservative suits, I'd known she had curves, but I hadn't been prepared for the reality of them.How the stretchy fabric had hugged every inch of her hips and thighs.How she'd bent over to pick up her water bottle, giving me a view that had nearly made me forget I was supposed to be professional.
How she'd trembled when I'd put my hands on her.
