18. Show me, Coach

I left the water bottle on the bench next to me and turned to look up at the muscle guy before me. He was telling me that he shouldn’t date his customers, but his body was telling me an entirely different story.

Garret was standing a little too close, instead of going to a safe distance. His hands were awkwardly hanging on his sides, while his eyes were eating me whole. He had this goofy look that men had when their minds were lost in lust. Just staring at me with lips partly opened, and I internally sighed at the fact that with his loose shorts, I couldn’t see if he already had an erection.

“If you can’t date me for such a reason...then I don’t want to ever come back here for training,” I bit my lower lip, leaving it wet.

I knew how my words affected him when his eyes widened and his breathing changed. I made it