Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“Ah, I see,” I murmur, swallowing a bit with intimidation. Carl chuckles again, seeing my stricken expression.
“It’s fine,” he reassures me. “You’re going to be fine, Chloe. Just let them do them, and we’ll do us. Why don’t we get warmed up? Do you want to fill up your water bottle and then meet me by the mat over there?” he asks, jerking his chin towards a small area near the corner of the gym.
“Sure,” I mutter, my head down. “Just give me a sec.”
OMG, this is going to be so embarrassing! I haven’t even started working out yet, but I’m already intimidated because everyone at the gym seems to know what they’re doing. Not only that, but everyone looks like a fitness model. The men literally bulge with muscles, and the women are toned and bronzed, looking like pumped up SoulCycle instructors in their tight spandex.
Meanwhile, I look down at myself while filling my water bottle. I had no idea what to wear, so I’m dressed like an 80’s aerobics instructor. A hot pink leotard stretches across my curves, highlighting my huge bust and narrow waist. The thong bottom disappears between my butt cheeks, and I’ve paired the leotard with matching pink leg warmers, as well as cute white tennis shoes. I know I stick out in a sea of Lululemon and Alo, but I’ve never really liked athleisure. If you’re going to wear work out clothing, that’s fine. But there’s no sense in combining your gym clothes with your normal clothes because it seems like you’d be walking around gross and sweaty all day, stinking to high heaven.
But Carl likes my outfit. When I showed up at his trailer this morning, I saw how his nostrils flared as he took in my electric pink ensemble.
“You like?” I giggled while slinging my gym bag into his truck. His eyes roved over my lush breasts before dropping to the narrowness of my waist. But he didn’t answer. Instead, the huge man merely got behind the wheel and grunted, “Get in.”
Of course, Carl looks amazing, full stop. He’s wearing a muscle-T with cut-off sleeves showing off those powerful biceps. His basketball shorts go down to his knee, but nothing can hide the strength and vigor in those thick thighs. Plus, he just looks good, period. Everything about his physique is proportional and heavily muscled, and my mouth waters looking at the handsome alpha male.
But of course, I have to avoid embarrassing myself first. I fill up my water bottle and walk with slow feet to where Carl’s stretching in the corner.
“Ready?” he asks, quirking one black brow at me. Those blue eyes dance, as if he can sense my trepidation.
“Ready,” I manage in a mostly steady voice. “Where do we start?”
“Let’s get warmed up first,” he says. “Jumping jacks? Twenty of them?”
“Sure.”
Then, we begin to hop up and down. Thankfully, I remember how to do jumping jacks from elementary school although it’s probably been ten years since I last did one. Arms over my head, feet apart, and then everything back together. I’m not exactly the most coordinated person, but the jumping jacks are fine … or so I think.
After all, I’m a curvy girl and any amount of movement makes my assets swing. My big breasts are soon bouncing up and down like jiggly beach balls, and Carl can’t take his eyes from the lush creaminess before him.
“Three…” he grunts. “Four… Five… Six… Seven.”
I giggle silently, although I’m already getting a little winded.
“Eight…” I chant. “Nine… Ten… Eleven.”
By now, my nipples are hard against the thin material, and Carl’s eyes are latched to the budding nubs behind the pink fabric. He licks his lips unconsciously, his body on automatic as those blue eyes hungrily devour my moving form.
But finally, the jumping jacks are over and we stop. I pause for a moment, huffing and puffing, to wipe my brow before shooting him a sweet smile.
“Wow, that was tough. Give me a sec, okay?”
Then, I turn away without waiting for an answer so that I’m facing the corner of the gym. No one can see what I’m doing, so I reach into the deep v-neck of my leotard and rearrange my big breasts so that they’re positioned just right. I don’t think the girls are going to fall out of the top because the material’s pretty tight. But at the same time, I know the discreet gesture is probably turning Carl on, and when I spin around once more, I can see that I’m right. His blazing blue eyes eat me up, and his strong jaw is tense with a muscle ticking at the edge.
“Is everything okay?” I ask in an innocent voice.
“Yeah,” he croaks. “Fine and dandy.”
I shoot him a teasing look.
“Is that an Anglophilic phrase?”
He nods, averting his eyes for a second.