Solo raised his eyes, and when Gucci quickly looked away, he shook his head. “You gonna be pissed if I say yes?”
“I’d be more pissed if you lied.”
Solo twisted his lips, and then nodded. “Then yeah. I pretty much told him we banged that first night we met.”
My arms collapsed into my chest, and the bar hit me a little harder than it should’ve as I whipped my head around to face Solo. “What did you just say?”
“I told him we—”
“Yeah, I got that part. But we didn’t.”
Solo shrugged, his arrogant grin full of devilry. “He doesn’t know that.”
“You are unbelievable.”
“Thanks,” Solo said, and then leaned down, pretending to fiddle with the weights of the machine, but really it was so he could get close enough to whisper, “That’s what all the boys say.”
I swore his eyes all but fucking twinkled at me. “There better not be any other fucking boys right now,” I said.
“No?”
“No.”
“Hmm. Okay. Since you asked so nicely.”
I barely contained the urge to reach out and grab him, but fuck it was hard—I was too—but he was so close and smelled so damn good.
“You okay?”
My eyes immediately lowered to his mouth, and I nodded. “Mhmm.”
Solo straightened and then looked back to the two of us in the mirror. “What about you?”
“Huh?”
“What about you? Does anyone know about…?”
My lips twitched as I pushed the handles out again. “Houdini thinks I hate you.”
Solo snorted. “Oh yeah? Well, you hated me real good that night in the hotel. Several times over, if I recall.” His eyes shifted to the other side of the gym, where Houdini was running at a steady clip. “Maybe after this we could go back to your place and you could hate me some more.”
“Jesus. That mouth of yours.” I slowly lowered the press as I finished my final rep, relieved that I’d at least gotten through that round without my arms shaking too bad. I stood up and bumped by Solo as he took my place behind the press, playing up the hate thing for anyone watching.
“Yeah? Wanna fuck it shut?” Solo smirked as he began to lift at a faster clip, though he didn’t bother moving the weight higher, maybe in an effort not to make me feel bad about how quickly my arms had forgotten how to lift.
“Someone has to. And I’d prefer that someone was me.”
“Ahh, feeling possessive? How about I check my calendar and get back to you. So many men to do, so little time.”
“Solo…” I practically growled, and he laughed.
“You’re not looking pissed off enough. Pretend I just said something horrible.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Your mom’s ridiculous.”
I rolled my eyes. “What are you, ten?”
