Than under it. It would be a good show for the weight room guy, who still seemed to be doing something back there behind her, regardless, because the thong imbedded in her crack was obvious. She could feel his eyes worldsex on her, or perhaps she was just hoping he was checking her out. It was a long twenty minutes. "Could I make a suggestion?" His words were muffled since she was in the process of reclaiming her tee on her body. She poked her head out of the neck and worldsex looked toward the voice. Her heart thunked. It was Mr. Bench Press. She hadn't heard him coming. He was standing there in black sweats and a ratty shirt with the arms chopped off. His Ivy League haircut belied his choice of clothes. She looked for tattoos. Saw none. "What?" "Could I make a suggestion?" "Uh, sure. What?" "I noticed that
You were doing thirty-six reps on the Nautilus. You might want to try doing three sets of twelve instead." This guy's a moron, she thought. Thirty-six is thirty-six, whether you do it all together or break it into three. "Twelve worldsex times three is still thirty-six, isn't it? Even this early in the morning?" She realized that she was the one who sounded moronic and, actually, a little testy. She grinned at him. "You're power lifting, silly girl. It's better if you stop for a couple of minutes after each set of twelve so your muscles can recover. You'll get a better workout." She was startled at what sounded like an intimate nickname and lowered her head shyly. "Okay. Thanks. I'll keep that in mind for next time." He smiled at her gently, then turned back to the weights. "Wait," she said as she followed him. "You seem like you know
What you're doing. Teach me something about the free weights?" "Sure." He chose a short lightweight bar with disks attached at either end from the rack. "This is for your upper arms and back." He demonstrated the move, then handed worldsex her the barbell. She couldn't believe how heavy such a small piece of equipment could be but didn't comment, instead mimicking his move. "Good, but lean this way a little worldsex bit more. Good." He touched her back slightly to reposition her. She could feel his hand on her back. Warm. Gentle. Strong. She shivered. He showed her a few more exercises with the weights, always gentle, precise in his movements, strict about hers. She was trying to keep her mind on his words but with every touch, his words faded. She was already under his spell. No one else in the room existed. "Now go and stretch. You do know
How to stretch, don't you?" He grinned at her, then. "Of course I know how to stretch. I do yoga, you knucklehead." "Knucklehead?" He raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, knucklehead. Want me to teach you a few things now?" She...
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