“Love you too,” I shout down the corridor as Rosie disappears with a wave farewell before turning my attention to my class. “How are we all doing, ladies? Ready to work up a sweat?”
Chapter 27
Giselle
“So, how’s it going between you and Millen?” Rosie asks, brushing her fingertips against a satin corset hanging from the rack.
I trail behind her, gulping down a mouthful of hot coffee.
“Good. It’s really good. Better than I could have imagined, actually.”
Rosie’s eyes peer back at me from over the top of a ruby red themed shelf, displaying an array of edible underwear and a glass bowl containing limited edition cherry flavoured tubes of lube. “I knew it. Have you—”
I shake my head. “Not yet.”
Although, not for lack of trying.
It’s been two weeks since I blew Hudson in his kitchen and then grinded myself on his lap until I came, and we’ve hardly spent a minute apart. I’ve slept over at his more times than I’ve been in my own flat since his place is much warmer than mine and he can cook actual food from scratch.
The daily orgasms I’m getting every day aren’t that bad, either.
Nor is the fact he gave me two large drawers in his wardrobe for my sports bras, gym leggings and trainers so I don’t have to keep trailing back and forth.
I tell Rosie as such, who hums. “That’s sweet of him. So, are you staying at his while he’s away?”
“Not sure yet,” I answer truthfully, swallowing down the last dregs of my much too sweet caramel latte. Every gulp of sugar syrup sitting in the bottom of the paper takeaway cup makes the back of my teeth ache. “He’s only going to be gone five days, so I’ll probably just go back to mine while he’s up in Manchester.”
“He’s doing the dreaded training course, isn’t he?”
“Yup.”
God, even just the thought of it is enough to give me the shivers.
In order to keep working at the gym, each member of staff must be up to date in their health and safety training. It’s vital in case there is an emergency – choking, fainting, cardiac arrest – plus a whole heap of other issues that can arise when people’s heart rates are suddenly elevated.
Our workplace pays for each member of staff to take a five day long training course as and when needed to ensure we’re all prepared should the worst happen.
It didn’t sound too bad to me when I first started working at the gym. But that was before I realised I wasn’t going to get paid for those days I was missing teaching.
Not only that, but the course wasn’t a walk in the park like I naïvely thought it would be. It was fucking tough. And don’t even get me started on the skill sheets we had to fill in after our practical; I felt like I was taking a test back at school.
“Poor Hudson,” Rosie coos sympathetically. “I wonder if it’s still the same instructor we had.”
“Probably,” I say with a grimace.
Disappearing behind a display of lingerie, Rosie returns with a mesh red coloured set, twin hearts stitched across the bra cups, holding it between us as she winks. “He’s going to need something to look forward too when he gets back, then.”
I bat at her with my hand, playfully rolling my eyes, before snatching the lingerie set off her.
It’s actually really pretty.
“You look happy, Gee,” Rosie continues, moving further into the store. I’m not a prude by any means of the word, but I thought the display of lube at the front of the shop was enough… now I’m standing by a whole wall of leather padded paddles and a… flogger? “Like really happy.”
“Thank you.” I smile at her, feeling my grin grow. “I feel happy.”
Rosie nods, all matter of fact. “Multiple orgasms will do that to a girl.”
I laugh into the rim of my coffee cup.
