“No.No, it’s fine. Just working off some stress.” He gave her a fake smile, hoping she’d buy his lies. He knew she wouldn’t read his thoughts. She’d been clear on not intruding on anyone’s privacy. He wondered if she’d leave if he stayed and didn’t want to push her. “I can go if you’d rather be alone.” No pressure, not demanding her affection—the fickle creature.
His beast loved that about her. That she made him want, and she made him work.
“Actually, I was hoping you could help me train. Bailey has been showing me some moves, and she’s good. But she said you’re much better at submissive holds. So maybe you could pin me down, and I could try to get free against a strong opponent.” She blushed and confided, “I keep beating Bailey when we wrestle, and I don’t think she likes it.”
“You want me to show you how to get out of a few holds?” Where he’d be forced to be in close contact with the woman? Skin to skin? Breathing in her scent, running his hands over her body?
“Yes.”
To all of it,he’d swear he heard in his mind, but he was so far gone on the poor woman, he had a bad feeling he’d heard what he’d wanted. Because she didn’t smile, flirt, or acknowledge she’d said anything.
He swallowed a sigh. “Sure. Let’s do this.”And hope my pecker pointing at her, as Eli so obnoxiously put it, doesn’t scare her away for good.
