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think the embarrassment is over he wants me to lie on my back and lift my torso and legs at the same time.
"Just a small lift." he commands. It's a good job this is Tiny and I adore him, or he'd be getting a fat lip around now. "Crunch up and imagine I'm there between your trembling thighs, making you wet... Now push up harder...” To that he smirks at my face, which is showing complete shock. I've probably turned an interesting shade of puce as well.
I manage to lift my torso less than inch. Tiny fails to look impressed. "I know you can do it harder, your eyes tell me more! ... Your sweat makes me proud of you, which means you want it as much as me." That's too much for me and I pull myself to a seated position and burst into giggles. If this had been in any other context, such as one of the books I love to read, it would have been a bloody hot scene. As it is, I'm a sweaty mess sitting on a gym mat, too exhausted to try anymore.
"What's with you?" Tiny asks. He's really confused and has no idea how his innocent words just affected me. Damn this sexual frustration I'm suffering thanks to Alex.
"I'm sorry. I've just not got it in me today." I mumble. "Why don't you go do your session and I'll go cool down on the cross trainer and grab a shower. I'll meet you in the coffee bar when you're done." I don't wait for his answer, instead I stand and grab my gym towel and water bottle before heading over to the cross trainer to finish off.
I'm not sure how I'm going to handle another seven weeks of this. Granted the guys aren't what I'd expected. They're certainly brawny but they're not as brainless as I'd given them credit for. In just a few days they've started to feel like family. I can't let some silly emotions and fantasies get in the way here. I'm supposed to be working and acting like a professional after all.
I push myself harder than I should on the cross trainer, it's supposed to be a cool down after all, but I need to punish myself somehow and this is the only way I can think of to do it right now.
I hit the showers and stand there for ages under the lukewarm flow. What is it with gyms and cold showers? Do they think we're all getting sexually worked up out there and need to cool down our libidos? Whatever the reason, the shower works. I'm almost back to myself by the time I hit the coffee bar and slink into the softest, comfiest leather chair I can find whilst I wait for Tiny to join me.
Chapter Thirteen
Sally
I pull up my email on my phone while I'm waiting and almost spit my coffee across the room when I read the message from my boss. He can't do this to me! It was bad enough that I was landed with this lame ass assignment, but now he's gone too far. He's taken my story; the corrupt councilor and let that jerk Rob get hold of my research and run with it. And then. And then I can't believe what I'm reading, he wants me to do a fluff story whilst I'm on the road with the tour. This day just gets worse.
He wants me to log onto a dating site, a bloody free crappy dating site, and try and expose the married men who use it to cheat on their wives. Is he mad? He must be to think I'd lower myself like this. But of course, he's not mad. He's wily. The last line of the email reminds me how precarious my job is; how I need to be a team player right now, and write the titillating gossipy stuff that sells the paper. Stuff isn't a word I'd have chosen; crap fits the role much better.
He also had the cheek to ask me to use some decent pictures, one's where I'm wearing something nice and have my face on. That's the phrase he uses when he wants me to wear make-up at some dull social affair the management of the paper is hosting. Smile and look pretty. Ugh. The thought of this assignment makes me feel dirty before I've even started it.
In his defense the tour alone isn't making the best use of my time. I do have the capacity to work
"Just a small lift." he commands. It's a good job this is Tiny and I adore him, or he'd be getting a fat lip around now. "Crunch up and imagine I'm there between your trembling thighs, making you wet... Now push up harder...” To that he smirks at my face, which is showing complete shock. I've probably turned an interesting shade of puce as well.
I manage to lift my torso less than inch. Tiny fails to look impressed. "I know you can do it harder, your eyes tell me more! ... Your sweat makes me proud of you, which means you want it as much as me." That's too much for me and I pull myself to a seated position and burst into giggles. If this had been in any other context, such as one of the books I love to read, it would have been a bloody hot scene. As it is, I'm a sweaty mess sitting on a gym mat, too exhausted to try anymore.
"What's with you?" Tiny asks. He's really confused and has no idea how his innocent words just affected me. Damn this sexual frustration I'm suffering thanks to Alex.
"I'm sorry. I've just not got it in me today." I mumble. "Why don't you go do your session and I'll go cool down on the cross trainer and grab a shower. I'll meet you in the coffee bar when you're done." I don't wait for his answer, instead I stand and grab my gym towel and water bottle before heading over to the cross trainer to finish off.
I'm not sure how I'm going to handle another seven weeks of this. Granted the guys aren't what I'd expected. They're certainly brawny but they're not as brainless as I'd given them credit for. In just a few days they've started to feel like family. I can't let some silly emotions and fantasies get in the way here. I'm supposed to be working and acting like a professional after all.
I push myself harder than I should on the cross trainer, it's supposed to be a cool down after all, but I need to punish myself somehow and this is the only way I can think of to do it right now.
I hit the showers and stand there for ages under the lukewarm flow. What is it with gyms and cold showers? Do they think we're all getting sexually worked up out there and need to cool down our libidos? Whatever the reason, the shower works. I'm almost back to myself by the time I hit the coffee bar and slink into the softest, comfiest leather chair I can find whilst I wait for Tiny to join me.
Chapter Thirteen
Sally
I pull up my email on my phone while I'm waiting and almost spit my coffee across the room when I read the message from my boss. He can't do this to me! It was bad enough that I was landed with this lame ass assignment, but now he's gone too far. He's taken my story; the corrupt councilor and let that jerk Rob get hold of my research and run with it. And then. And then I can't believe what I'm reading, he wants me to do a fluff story whilst I'm on the road with the tour. This day just gets worse.
He wants me to log onto a dating site, a bloody free crappy dating site, and try and expose the married men who use it to cheat on their wives. Is he mad? He must be to think I'd lower myself like this. But of course, he's not mad. He's wily. The last line of the email reminds me how precarious my job is; how I need to be a team player right now, and write the titillating gossipy stuff that sells the paper. Stuff isn't a word I'd have chosen; crap fits the role much better.
He also had the cheek to ask me to use some decent pictures, one's where I'm wearing something nice and have my face on. That's the phrase he uses when he wants me to wear make-up at some dull social affair the management of the paper is hosting. Smile and look pretty. Ugh. The thought of this assignment makes me feel dirty before I've even started it.
In his defense the tour alone isn't making the best use of my time. I do have the capacity to work
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