Seriously?
He doesn’t get why I shoved him away?
I gape at him, incredulous, as my stomach trembles…writhes.
Spinning around, I gather my stuff, yanking it out of the cubbyhole. My fingers are shaking so much I drop my car keys. Snatching them up, I grip them so hard they start to dig into my palm. It hurts, but I cling tight, turning back to glare at him.
“Shit, Sen… I’m sorry.” He sighs, looking anything but apologetic. “I thought we had something here, and I just… It’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow, and I… I couldn’t help myself.”
My nostrils flare when I clench my jaw and deepen my scowl.
“I thought maybe you felt… We get on so great, you know? I love working with you.”
“Yeah, I loved working with you too,” I stiffly admit. “But now you’ve gone and ruined it.” I point at myself. “I am in love with my husband. And even if I wasn’t, I’m fucking married, which makes me unavailable! And you’re married, which makes you a filthy cheater!”
“I—”
“No!” I hold up my finger to shut him up. “You made a planned pass at me, and that tells me everything I need to know about you.” My eyes start to burn, my throat swelling as I quickly spit out the rest. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“I’m sorry. Seriously. I’m sorry.” Okay, now there’s a small flash of regret. “I won’t make another move on you again. I promise. I know where we stand now, and on Monday, we’ll?—”
“There is noweanymore,” I spit. “Come Monday, I won’t fucking be here!”
Racing for the door before he can touch me again, I ignore his cries of “Sienna! Don’t go! I’m sorry! We can fix this!”
Yeah, not fucking likely!
I burst out of his house and sprint to my car, pausing by the driver’s door to shake myself off. I was in such a rush that I haven’t even put my coat on, and it’s freezing out here. But I don’t want to pause in case he chases after me. I’ll just blast the heat as soon as the engine’s started.
Locking myself inside, I fire up my car and squeal away from Davis’s home, not stopping until I’m forced to slow down for a red light.
I grip the wheel and…
Let out a feral scream.
It’s a guttural sound that rises right out of my belly.
I feel… violated.
Sure, it was just one kiss, but I didn’t want that guy touching my lips.
Shit, Davis! You dick!
I’m gutted.
Training with him was such a highlight each day. It was killing those “alone at home” blues, motivating me, pumping me up.
And now he’s gone and snatched that away.
Sure, I can find another trainer.
But I can’t go back to his private little gym again.
Shit!
Closing my eyes, I rest my head back against the seat and let them burn until tears build behind my lids. The second my eyes pop open, a few spill free, and I let them fall.
I know I can find a new gym, a new trainer… all that stuff.
