Styx (Walk Of Shame 2nd Generation #2)(4)

BY THE TIME I MAKE it to the gym, and change into my gear, it’s well past midnight. There’s only a few other people in the gym, one of them on the treadmill next to me and the other two, lifting weights.

The two lifting weights keep looking my way, talking loudly about my fine ass, but I ignore them and try my best to not give them a piece of my mind. As if they can’t make it any more obvious what they want to do to me. Not happening.

After thirty minutes on the treadmill, I look around me to see that the guys are still watching me, so I give up on the treadmill and decide to move somewhere more private where I can have a moment to let my emotions out.

There’s no one back there to see just how much stress and pent up anger that I really have and if I stay here with these ogling jerkoffs then I’m going to end up taking my frustration out on them and not in a good way.

Slamming back some water, I take a few seconds to catch my breath, before shutting myself in the other room and grabbing the end of the battle ropes.

Gripping tightly onto the ropes, I start out with some power slams, before moving onto some outside circles. I move for as long as I can, until my muscles ache and lungs burn as I fight for air.

Then I toss the ends of the rope down and let out a small scream of anger and relief.

I don’t even realize that I’m no longer alone, until I look up at the wall mirror and see a muscular guy with blonde hair and striking blue eyes.

His arms are crossed and he’s leaning against the doorframe as if he’s completely comfortable just watching me.

“How long have you been there?” I question out of breath.

He lifts a brow and steps into the room when I reach for my Swig Savvy water bottle, just to be reminded that it’s empty.

“Here.” He holds out a bottle of water. “Long enough to see that you must be thirsty from working all that frustration off.”

Keeping my eyes on his, I grab the water, unscrew the cap and throw it back, almost emptying it.

His eyes slowly move from my eyes, down to my lips around the top of the bottle.

“You need me?” he questions.

I pull the bottle away and laugh, while still fighting to catch my breath. “For what?”

He moves closer to me and rubs his thumb over my mouth, wiping the excess water away. “To bring you a towel . . .” his eyes slowly scan me over, stopping on the sweat, dripping between my cleavage. “Or to help you work out some of that frustration?”

Keeping my eyes on his cocky, but surprisingly smooth ass, I tilt the water back until it’s empty, then toss the bottle back to him.

“No, thank you.” I flash him a sweet smile. “After this I plan to get wet anyway and work out my frustration on my own. I don’t need any help with that.”

Smirking, he lifts a brow in amusement. “I like a woman that can work out her own frustration once in a while. I’m not gonna lie . . .” Walking past me, he grips the battle ropes in his hands and squats. “It’s really fucking hot.”

Swallowing, I stand back and watch his muscles flex as he does some power slams, looking as if he has just as much or more stress than me to get out.

His tattooed arms and hands have me completely hypnotized and I have to admit that he’s extremely hot in that bad boy kind of way.

He looks nothing like the uptight men I have dated in the past. None of them have been able to handle me, but I have a feeling that he’d be able to do that and more.

After a few minutes, he drops the ropes and turns to face me, his body dripping with sweat as he breathes heavily.

I find myself checking him out completely, my eyes moving lower to check out his thick legs and then back up to admire his firm chest that his shirt is now plastered to. “Thanks for the water. I suppose I owe you now.”

I reach for my bag and pull out my spare water bottle and toss it to him. “Anything else I can get you?”

He grins. “You really want me to answer that?”

I take a step back as he takes a few steps toward me, practically backing me up against the wall.

Trying not to let myself enjoy his closeness too much, I place my hand on his sweaty chest and push back a bit. “I don’t know yet,” I say honestly. “I have a feeling that it might be something that I want, but don’t need.”

He moves his face around my neck, to whisper in my ear. “I second that . . . Meadow.”

I give him a surprised look as he backs away and goes back to grab the ropes. “How do you know my name? Should I be running right about now?”

He winks. “Only if you want to.”

With that, he starts on the ropes again, leaving me to either stand here and watch him like a creeper again, or leave.