I spot her lean silhouette through the glass and my breath catches. Wearing a tiny black set showing off her toned… well, everything, I guess. Her wavy brown hair highlighted withgolden hues from the sunset, flowing down her back sticking slightly to her sweaty skin.
She is glowing.
How am I supposed to live with her for another three weeks? This is torture.
The window frames her perfectly. The slow movements, the lengthening of her body, the control. I might have underestimated Pilates because man is she strong.
She changes her position now. I can’t help but watch. I’m entranced by her.
She starts by lying down on the mat, her six-pack gleaming in the sunlight.
With her arms reaching overhead, she inhales to prepare for movement.
Huh… Look at that, I’ve been learning.
Then with a slow exhale, she begins to rise. Her movements slow and flawless. I mean, perfection, really. She lifts her spine from the mat, her legs floating up simultaneously, her body creating a perfect V shape.
My mind floats to all the things we could do should we give in to this obvious attraction.
I shake that thought away as quickly as it came. It’s too risky to go anywhere with her. I need to get out of here for a bit.
But my feet seem to have a mind of their own.
I watch as she holds the V position before slowly relaxing back down to the mat. She comes up for the next rep. Inhaling to prepare before lifting her spine and legs off the mat into that perfect V shape, though this time, her eyes glance to the window.
I’ve been spotted.
I walk through the doorway to avoid making things awkward.
“Hey, how’s it going?” I say casually. At least, I hope it came out casual, and not like I’m turned on again by the very womanin front of me. The one I shouldn't want. The one that I refuse to let myself want.
She releases, controlled as her body makes its way back down to the mat.
Lying there, her chest heaving, she tilts her head to look at me.
I feel a sensation starting to stir low in my stomach. Her looking like that. I’m in so much trouble.
“What does it look like?” She rolls her eyes, “I’m getting my own work out in.”
We stare at each other for a second before she walks inside. My eyes track her. It’s just a moment later before she comes back outside holding another mat.
My eyes snap to meet hers. “No.”
“Yes.” She retorts as she lays the mat out next to her own.
“Absolutely not. We don’t have a scheduled session today.” There is no way she’s going to get me to do this. I refuse.
“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong. Now, lay down on the mat beside me like the good boy you are.” She says with a smirk as she pats the mat beside her.
My jaw drops. I feel myself starting to get hard at those words, but I won’t let her get under my skin that much. I can’t let her.
I relent, sighing as I drop down to the mat beside her, laying on my back.
“Time for you to learn how to do a teaser.” She states as she extends her hands up overhead again.
A what?
I squint my eyes looking at her inhaling before she exhales and sweeps up in the perfect V. Which now I know is called a teaser.
