“Wrong again. I texted Grace and told her to let your brother know, you needed another hour. Problem solved.”
Luke shrugged. “Whatever. Can I get off this damned floor, now?” He asked at the same time he pushed out of the pigeon position I had him holding.
“Maybe we should incorporate more yoga into your training,” I wondered out loud.
“Fuck no.”
Ignoring Luke, I grabbed my cell phone out of my pocket and made a note to look up a yoga instructor I knew, once we got back home.
When I looked up from my phone, I found his eyes locked on me. The same expression he gave me the night before right before we kissed came to mind. My heart hammered in my chest, remembering the ways in which he made me scream the night before.
I shook my head and said, “You need to head to the jacuzzi. Third floor.”
“I know where it is.” His voice was thick, and his penetrative gaze never left mine.
The air around us swelled with something new. It vibrated with a new tension that’d always been there but now it bubbled to the surface and spilled over.
There was no stuffing this genie back into its bottle. Not that I wanted to. Again, that was the damn problem. It seemed, neither one of us wanted to turn back, and that made this whole situation that much more complicated.
“Did you get the fighting out of your system last night?” I asked.
“I’m not going back out to fight tonight if that’s what you’re really asking.”
I nodded. “It is.”
Luke moved close, taking my chin in between his thumb. He held our faces mere inches apart.
“I told you why I went out last night.”
“Because you were trying to avoid knocking on my door.”
He shook his head. “Not knocking, Syd. Breaking that motherfucker down. This shit has been driving me crazy for weeks and you bringing your ass to Williamsport didn’t help matters.”
I tucked my head, grinning, before looking back up at him. “I should apologize.”
“Save it. We both know you wouldn’t mean it. And I wouldn’t accept even if you did.” He stared into my eyes for a long moment. There was so much life behind those brown pupils. So many questions that desired to be answered. Both his and mine.
“What does this mean, Luke?” I had to ask because the question was nearly choking me.
He shrugged. “Shit. Hell, if I know.”
“Am I still your trainer?”
He looked at me like I had two heads.
“What? You thought I was gonna fire you because we fucked?”
I winced at the way he mentioned it, but I nodded.
He gazed upward a smirked playing at his lips. “I should, shouldn’t I?”
I punched him in his shoulder. “Remember that sexual harassment suit you were oh so nervous about before hiring me? Try to fire me and see what happens.”
He rose. “My girl likes to play dirty, huh? I like that shit.”
The muscles in my stomach clenched and my body warmed all over at the underlying growl that appeared in his tone.
“Fuck with me and we’ll see how dirty I can get,” I retorted. Why did I say that? My knees immediately went weak at the look in his eyes. “You need to head to the jacuzzi,” I told him just above a whisper.
