“Bye, Gee,” Rex shouts and then chuckles in my ear, throwing his muscled arm around my shoulders. “Anything you want to tell me, mate?”
I duck beneath his arm and shove at his chest, smirking. “Nah.”
“Mate, Giselle’s a knockout. Like off the charts. She’s just got this thing about her to lure you in.”
Yeah, tell me about it.
“It’s dangerous,” he continues, as if reading my thoughts. “Women like Gee are always the ones you never see coming; one minute you’re thinking with your cock, the next you’re thinking with your heart. All that lovey dovey shit girls like. Trust me, I’ve been there, done that, got the badge. It didn’t fucking end well. Just be careful, lad.”
Chapter 5
Giselle
It should be illegal –illegal– for anybody to look that attractive while hot and sweaty from working out.
“Roll out your yoga mats for me!” I direct my 8 p.m. meditation class. Thirteen sets of eyes stare back at me. “If you don’t have one, there’s spares at the back of the room for you to use. Please feel free to take a drink of water before we start.”
Crossing my legs on my own deep purple mat, I scan over the room to make sure nobody needs any emergency assistance and then take a swig from my own water bottle. The lavender oil I’d furiously applied to the inside of my wrists before class began, wafts up to kiss my nostrils. It’s supposed to help keep me relaxed, in some instances, even sleepy, but it’s not even touching the edges this evening and I know exactly whose fault that is.
Him.
Hudson.
Those green eyes of his, accompanied by his pretty smirk, feel like they’ve branded themselves behind my eyelids.
I’m not really surprised I got caught looking his way as he sat astride the rowing machine. I couldn’t make myself stop looking.Not at the pretty auburn-haired girl who handed Hudson her number, which he pocketed, grinning like a fool.
Or, at the toned muscles in his legs, the masculine way he had them spread, the flex and curl of his biceps.
Then he had to go and use the hem of his t-shirt to wipe the sheen of sweat beading on his brow and I actually felt my heart miss a beat.
Even thinking about him now has my stomach swooping low.
God, what the hell is happening to me?
I just about manage to repress the soft moan building in my throat as my hard nipples rub against the material of my sports bra.
My core aches in a way it hasn’t for someone else other than my own hand or toy in a very fucking long time.
God, I’m drooling and not just out of my mouth.
“We’re going to start with just a tiny bit of yoga tonight, everybody. Only a few positions, just to stretch out the kinks from today and then we’ll get straight into tonight’s meditation.”
Positions.
Kinks.
Stretching out.
I need to get my head out of the gutter.
I need to get my head – and my greedy pussy – on board with my heart because it’s never going to fucking happen. I can’t be sleeping with a guy from work – not only would it be messy, but I don’t sleep with guys full stop until I know their intentions in a relationship, their intentions with me. Until I know they fully care for me, my heart, and not just… my body.
Otherwise, I’ll just get hurt again and that’s the whole reason I chose celibacy in the first place.
So, no, it can’t happen.
Plus, I know men like Hudson. There’s no way that a man as good looking as he is, finds it difficult to find someone to date.Women are throwing themselves at men like him all of the time, he’s probably spoilt for choice.
