Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
He nods slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, not even for a second.
“W-what were you thinking about, exactly?”
“I was thinking that I need to talk to you in private.”
I smile, God is he for real? “Is that so?” I look around the empty gym. “Is that why you had to wait for everyone to leave so you could come and talk to me?”
“Well, I didn’t want anyone to be suspicious of the two of us talking the other night in the bathroom.”
“Talking?” I smirk. “Is that what you call it?”
He smiles sexily and my stomach clenches. Don’t smile at me like that.
“Yes.” He pauses and rolls his lips together, as if amused. “It was a very… stimulating conversation. For some more than others.”
Unable to help it, I laugh. “Yes, it was a very stimulating conversation that we had the other night.”
His eyes find mine. “Did you enjoy it?”
What’s it going to be, Tull? I get a vision of Simon with that girl.
Sink or swim.
“I did.” Our eyes are locked. “Very much, actually.”
Oh God, this guy makes me want to be a dirty whore.
Satisfaction flashes across his face and he licks his lips. He runs his hand up my forearm and his eyes follow his own touch. “I have something else to tell you.”
I act surprised. “You do?”
“Yes” He pauses for a moment. “I do.”
“What?” I ask, trying not to fall over on the treadmill from his touch alone.
“I can’t tell you here, Pocket.” His focus shifts to my lips.
“Why not?” I feel the burn from his gaze.
“It’s private.”
He takes his hand off my arm and I frown at the loss of his touch. “Where do you want to tell me this private information?” I ask as I play along.
“We should probably talk where we talked last time.” He bites his lip to hide his smile.
“Really?” I widen my eyes.
He nods slowly.
I continue to walk on the treadmill.
“So, I’m going to go into the discussion room now,” he says smoothly.
“The discussion room?” I raise my brows and laugh again. “You are something else.”
“I know.” He chuckles, and then gestures up to the ceiling. I look up.
A camera.
Shit.
“I’m going to go into the discussion room. You should follow me in, say, five minutes.”
“But, they’ll see us,” I whisper.
“Not once you’re in the bathroom. You just have to stay in there for five or so minutes. If we don’t enter or leave together, no one will know a thing. The tapes won’t be looked at unless there is an incident and they’re watched back.
“Oh.” I frown, and without another word he disappears up the hall with his gym bag in tow. I walk for another five minutes with my heart beating out of control. This is so naughty, so freaking hot, and I have to say, so out of character for me, it’s not even funny.
I’ll just go and talk to him—see what he has to say. I hope he kisses me again. His kiss was to die for. Who the heck is this guy, anyway?
I would never do this normally. I’m not the kind of girl who meets up with guys in a public bathroom. My eyes drift to the hallway as excitement runs through me.
Am I that kind of girl?
I bring the treadmill to a slow stop, my heart hammering in my chest, and I take my towel, bottle, and I walk up the hall to the bathrooms. I look up and see the camera positioned at the end of the hall so it shows all five of the bathroom doors. I quickly drop my head to hide my face.
As long as I don’t walk back out, he said I’m fine.
God, if anyone ever knew I was doing this, I’d die.
I walk to the end door and take the handle in my hand. I freeze for a moment and close my eyes. My heart is hammering hard as I take one last glance back up the hall. Should I leave? No. Just do it.
I open the door and rush in, quickly closing the door behind me. I flick the lock and turn around.
The room is filled with steam and the shower screen is open. Brock is naked, already in the shower, when he turns to face me.
His large shoulders and chest have soap lathered all over them, and his hair is dripping wet. His stomach is rippled with muscles, and his huge hard cock hangs heavily between his legs.
He smiles sexily. “Took your time, Pocket.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
“Brock.” I stare at him. “W-what the hell are you doing?”
I glance back to the door, damn it. I can’t leave for a few minutes.
He looks at me intently and rubs the soap all over his chest. “Taking a shower. What does it look like?”
“You’re incredible.” I shake my head in disgust. “I’m leaving right now.”