“Wait, when did he get your number? What happened at the gym?”
“Shit, okay. Yeah, I should probably start from the beginning.So I showed up at the gym and he was there working the front desk and we were being all flirty while I signed up for a membership. And then when I was doing a workout I found on Pinterest, he came up to help me because apparently I was doing my squats all wrong.” I paused to catch my breath. “And then he offered to train me and he got my number because I have to meet him at freaking four a.m. to work out.”
“Are you serious?” he squealed.
“Yes, I’m serious!”
“So you’re meeting him at four a.m. tomorrow?”
“Yes! But he texted me tonight out of nowhere.”
“So what did he say in his text?” Dec asked.
“I don’t know, a bunch of things. He sent me a heart emoji, Dec. Hold on. I’m going to send you a screenshot.” I took a screenshot and sent it to him.
“Tegan. Babe. He is totally flirting!” There was no mistaking the excitement in his voice. This confirmed it. This was really happening.
“I don’t know what to do!” I groaned as I threw myself down on my bed.
“What do you mean, you don’t know what to do? He almost kissed you the other day. Just work out and flirt with him, Teg. Push those titties out, sway those hips when you walk. We both know your ass looks amazing in leggings.” Dec was my forever hype man, and I loved him for it.
And my ass really did look amazing in leggings. I thought about it for a second and I could hear Declan breathing on the other end of the phone.
“Well?” he said expectantly.
This was what I wanted, what I swore I was going to make time for, and it had just fallen in my lap—or shown up on the sidewalk after a cake fell out of my arms, rather. This was my chance.
“I’m gonna go for it. He’s interested and I’m obviously interested, so I’m gonna go for it.”
Declan screamed so loud, I had to pull the phone away from my ear. “Yes, girl! I’m proud of you for taking the initiative. Text me tomorrow and let me know how it goes!”
“I will! I should probably get to bed anyway.” I looked at the time and calculated how many hours of sleep I’d be able to squeeze in before I started cursing Atlas’s name.
“Oh, and Teg, snap me a pic of his ass if you can. The website photos are great and all, but I want to check him out from the other side.”
“No way.” I laughed. I really regretted sending him the link to the gym’s website.
“Come on, Tegs—” he started.
“Good night,” I said sweetly before hanging up the phone.
I might just have to do that. My spank bank could use something other than website photos.
Thirteen
Atlas
BEEP.
BEEP.
BEEP.
My eyes fluttered open and a smile spread across my muzzle. Four a.m. really wasn’t that bad when I knew a strawberry blonde beauty would be waiting for me. Well, hopefully. She didn’t seem too thrilled about the prospect of an early-morning workout, but I was thrilled at the thought of having her and the gym all to myself.
I threw off my comforter and stretched before raking my claws along my bare thighs.
Yeah, I slept in the nude. Fur was hot.
