“We’re on a mission or something. Lucy woke me up last night and filled me in.” Her head comes into my line of sight, Ellis on her hip and a steaming cup of coffee in her other hand. “Go shower and change into something tight.”
“I don’t know if I’m going in today.” I pull myself up and take the cup of coffee after giving Ellis a kiss. “She actually sent you over here to get me out of bed?” I question.
“No. She sent me over here to get Ellis up and out of bed.You need to go wash and do your hair and then you’re going to work. Stop throwing yourself a pity party and crack on.”
She disappears into the kitchen, and I follow, placing my mug down and taking Ellis from her.
“I need some time with Ellis today.”
“You have tomorrow off, don’t you? And the weekend.”
I nod and she smirks. “One more day and you get uninterrupted Ellis time.”
Deep down I know I have to go in—I can’t and wouldn’t let Logan down. I just wish I didn’t have to leave Ellis again.
“Now will you go and make yourself look like a hot goddess! You have a five p.m. PT session tonight and we need you looking fire.”
“You do realise that by five p.m. I will be a hot sweaty mess?”
“Hot, sweaty mess sounds exactly like something Daddy would like a bite of, wouldn’t you agree, Ellis?”
I give her a look and try to cover his ears. “Don’t dirty talk about me to my son.”
“He doesn’t understand.” She waves me off, taking him back from my arms. “Do you have your old dance tights? The ones we ripped you for because we could see the crack of your ass.”
“Probably.” I frown.
“Wear those! And a sports bra, nothing else.”
“You do realise how cold it is out?”
“Yes, Grandma! And we’re trying to find you a man to keep you warm at night. You’re welcome. Now go!” She spins me around and slaps my butt, pushing me back into the hallway.
Reluctantly, I pull open my drawer and search for my tights and bra. I chuck them on my bed and disappear to the shower. I say reluctantly, but if I’m being honest, there is nothing reluctant about my need for Mason Lowell.
Mase
Henry is leant over the reception desk whispering something in Gemma’s ear when I walk through the gym doors at five past five. Neither of them see me, but I make myself known by clearing my throat as I pass.
“Do you have to lie across the furniture, Evans?” He rears his head back, a smug smile transforming his face a second later. “What’s that look?”
“Nothing.” He chuckles.
I don’t like the bastard. Never did and never will. Logan insisted on taking him on but if it was up to me, I never would’ve had him loitering around the customers.
“You have a good workout this evening, Mr Lowell.” Gemma smirks, pushing on Henry’s chest and busying herself on the computer.
Gemma rarely speaks to me which I’m sure is all down to her jerk-off boyfriend, but her comment has me frowning as I climb the steps to the main floor.
It doesn’t last long, though, because Nina fucking Anderson.
My kryptonite.
My girl.
My Pixie.
My undoing.
