Now her dumbbells would fall off for sure.
“Tight.” He commanded.
“I can do it on my own,” she panted, even as she wrapped her sweaty fingers tighter around the metal. She pushed them, and the touch of his fingers under her elbow made her go fully up.
“Are you supporting or just giving a touch?” She pressed the dumbbells up and down.
“Count and finish your set.”
For just once in life, could she smash somebody’s head with a dumbbell? She drank down the shot of anger and kept going, channeling the rage in finishing her reps. The last five were dragged, but his single fingers became two each by the end. And when she counted 15, the weights were taken off her hands.
Amaal immediately sat up straight, turning around and straddling the bench to face him.
“You didn't have to help.”
“You would have smashed your face,” he turned after setting her dumbbells down.
“Next time you can’t hold a weight up, leave it to the side.”
“It would crack the floor.” She pointed. The floor was rough and made of concrete, which was another matter altogether.
“Better than your face.”
“Better looking than my face?” She shot to her feet.
“Better the floor cracked than your face.” He turned around to resume his workout. She stared in horror as he stood with his feet apart, picked up a rock that looked like a mini mountain in the corner and began to lift it up and down.
“How heavy is that?”
“Over 100 kg.”
“Don’t you have a 100 kg weight?”
“No.”
“That must be rough on the palms.”
“Hmm.”
He wasn’t even grunting or panting or breaking a sweat.
“If that falls on the floor, will the floor crack or the rock, or both?”
“We will have to make you use it to test that.”
Her eyes widened.
“Did you make a joke or it slipped out like that?”
He did not respond, his breath swelling as he finished his reps and set the rock gently down. Samar went to the dock and grabbed his bottle of water when his eyes fell on her. She was just sitting there like a duck. His eyebrows rose.
“I am waiting for your answer.”
“What was your question?” He set the mouth of the bottle to his lips and tipped it. She did not want to look at his throat. She did not want to look at his throat. She did not want to look at his throat.
“If you can lift that, you can lift two of me,” she blurted, then immediately shut her mouth.Fuck!What was she doing? With her boss of all people?!
Amaal got to her feet and grabbed the 7.5 kg dumbbells. She lay down and started her reps, hoping he would either have not heard her last verbal vomit or just ignore it. Knowing Samar, it would be the latter.
