Page 58 of A Fighter’s Love

She sat, and spotting a large white toweling robe, pulled it on to cover her naked chest. It fell below her knees, and the arms covered her hands. She rolled the sleeves up a few times and knotted the belt.

“Mmm, coffee smells good,” she said, wandering into the kitchen.

Dale looked up from where he was filling two mugs. A smoothie maker next to him held a pile of fresh fruit and a liter bottle of milk stood next to it. “Here.” He passed her a mug.

“Thanks.” She cradled it.

“Will you be okay to wear what you came in last night for work today?” He nodded at the clock. It was just gone eight. “I’m guessing you didn’t bring anything else.”

“Blimey, is that the time? Yes. It’ll be okay.” Jeans and a smart blouse would do. There were several people who wore jeans into the office.

“I can run you home quickly if you want, in the van.”

“No, it’ll be fine. I’ll catch the Tube from here into work. It’s only a couple of stops.”

“That’s convenient for sleepovers.” He moved in close, his bare chest brushing the sleeves of the robe. “Talking of which, I hope there’ll be more.”

“I’m sure there will be.” She smiled up at him and accepted the coffee flavored kiss he set on her lips.

“In which case you might want to bring your own robe.” He plucked at the collar. “This is definitely too big for you.”

“But I like it.”

He laughed. “Then use it as often as you want.”

The shower flicked off. A minute later Jackson wandered into the kitchen with a towel around his waist and rubbing his hair with another one. He looked for all the world as if he’d just stepped out of some glitzy magazine. Tough, dark, inked and ready for action.

Jenny gulped her coffee. A drip went down the wrong way and she had to stop herself from spluttering. Would it be so bad to skip a day at work? Should theyallskip a day and tumble back into bed?

“I have to get going,” Dale said, stepping away and pulling on a t-shirt. “The lads will be on site by now.”

“Sure. See you later, at the gym.” Jackson flicked on the smoothie maker.

“Yep, you will,” Dale shouted over the whirring noise. He pressed a kiss to Jackson’s cheek, then one to Jenny’s. “I’ll text you,” he said to her. “’Cause I’m guessing you won’t be at the gym later.”

Jackson switched the smoothie maker off.

“Makes a change not to be,” she said. “But I do miss seeing you guys there in the evening.”

“Oh, you’ll still see us,” Dale said. “Don’t worry about that.”

He smiled, grabbed his keys, then left the kitchen.

A few seconds later the front door slammed.

“I should get organized.” Jenny nodded at the clock. “I’ll be late otherwise. Is it okay to have a shower?”

“Sure.” Jackson finished pouring milk into his smoothie. “But do me a favor and lock the door.”

“Why?”

“Because if I know it’s open, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself coming in and soaping you up.”

“Maybe I won’t lock it then.” She laughed.

“You should.” He glanced at the clock. “I’ve got a meeting in an hour that’s worth tens of thousands. It would be one expensive fuck.”

She giggled and turned away. “Okay, I take your point. The door will be locked.”

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