Also? No more harassing me about my personal life.” Condoms, ice cream, I have no idea, Gavin. “I know, but that doesn’t mean you won’t start sending me out at, like, eleven o’clock for random items. If I’m going to be staying here, I want you to know that my job still ends at a reasonable hour.” Even if that means hard-nosed bargaining with filthy rich athletes and their managers.” “I guess you could say that after the experience with my last boss, I’m trying to make sure I protect myself.
My face grew warm, but I didn’t back down. I threw thousands just to get your ass to not show up late, and you’re still trying to give me orders.” He’d been giving me that ultra narrow-eyed side eye, but now his mouth twitched again. I could use the money even if it means being trapped in this castle for the next six months. You knew I couldn’t say no to that bonus.” Gavin’s movements slowed as he dried himself. “Speaking of nights, I just got off the phone with Joe.
Although, I’d spoken about this with Jasmine and we’d concluded it was okay if his hot-and-cold ass never caught on to the fact that I was superficial enough to ogle his abs. And holy shit, I needed to stop lusting after him. Getting sweaty with Gavin every night for six months was not what I’d call good use if we were doing it in the weight room. “But we’ll have every night together soon. I was good or I looked good? The difference in those two were endless. “Don’t say ‘swole.’ You sound like an asshole.
“Are you that invested in me getting swole?” “I’ll be your trainer.” Gavin grabbed a towel from a rack by the wall and wiped his face. “I’m not dedicated enough to gain twenty pounds and have it turn into. It wasn’t sexual in the least, but his hands were so fucking big. Then he snapped out an arm too fast for me to evade and squeezed my side. “Although I will say, you walking around mostly naked is starting to give me a complex. Maybe he hadn’t expected me to start taking him seriously, but it was hard not to when he was so life-or-death about food and fitness. It’s your job.” There was a flicker of surprise in Gavin’s face at that. “Dude, no one is a gym rat like professional athletes. I’m just saying you’re not a gym rat like me.”
0 kommentar(er)
