PT until 4:00. And you know my zero tolerance policy on interruptions.
Jace checked the clock on his phone. He had just enough time to change, return a few calls, and be lying in wait for Noelle outside the PT room when she finished up with Sara. His thumbs flew on the keyboard as he sent his response.
No problem. Tell her I’ll catch up with her at dinner. Thx.
Satisfied with his crack diversionary tactic, Jace tossed the phone onto the bed and crossed to the closet, where he pulled out a pair of well-worn jeans and a plain, white T-shirt. The corners of his mouth curved into a knowing smile as he dropped his towel and started to get dressed.
4:00 p.m. Game time. Then Noelle would see what happened to bad girls who liked to spy on poor, unsuspecting, naked men.
And hopefully by the end of the night they’d both wind up naked. And satisfied.
* * *
“ A RE YOU SURE you’re okay?” Sara handed Noelle a water bottle. “You’re not your normal, take-no-prisoners self today. You seem—I don’t know—distracted.”
Duh. Watching the hottest guy on either side of the Mississippi get himself off would do that to a girl. Not that she was admitting that to Sara.
“For the hundredth time, I’m fine.” Noelle popped the top on the bottle and took a sip before carefully climbing off the recumbent bike. “Now can we get to the range-of-motion exercises, or what?”
The more activity, the better. Maybe working herself past the point of exhaustion would help erase the image of Jace all naked and wet and hard, calling out her name as he came.
Not likely.
“In a minute.” Sara took a seat on one of the weight benches and motioned for Noelle to join her. “Take a breather. Have some more water.”
With a resigned shrug, Noelle complied, sitting and drinking. The water was cool and refreshing and totally ineffective in dampening her runaway libido.
“What now?” she asked when she’d finished. “Girl bonding time?”
“In a manner of speaking.” Sara sipped from her own water bottle. “So you and Jace...”
“I told you, there is no me and Jace.”
“That’s not what I heard.”
Noelle could almost feel her pale skin blanch even further. “Heard? From who?”
“The man himself. He texted to thank me for returning his phone.”
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
“What did you say?”
“I set him straight. Told him it was you.”
Great. Now he knew she’d been spying on him. Again.
“He said you got quite a show.” Sara snickered.
“He told you about that?” Noelle squeaked.
Gentlemen were not supposed to tattle. Of course, ladies weren’t supposed to snoop, either.
“Not in detail.” Sara eyed Noelle hopefully.
“Well, you’re not getting anything out of me.” Noelle pushed her shoulders back and lifted her chin.
“What happened?” Sara persisted, undaunted. “Did you walk in on him in the buff?”
It was amazing how close she’d come to hitting the nail on the head. So to speak.
“I plead the fifth,” Noelle said, trotting out a phrase her lawyer brother loved to use.
“Interesting.” Sara narrowed her eyes. “People who refuse to talk usually have something to hide.”
“Not this people.” Noelle took a long slug from her water bottle and stood. “Now if the Spanish Inquisition is over, can I pretty please get back to my workout? There’s an eighteen-year-old soloist in the company who’d give her favorite pair of legwarmers to take my principal spot.”
“We can’t have that, can we?” Sara rose and picked out a five-pound ankle cuff from a shelf against the wall. “Start with hamstring curls. Three sets of twelve, rest, then repeat.”
She handed Noelle the cuff and pointed in the direction of an empty mat. “But don’t think this discussion is over. I have ways of making you talk.”
“Over and above the daily physical torture?”
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” Sara promised, giving her a gentle shove. “I haven’t even
Jace checked the clock on his phone. He had just enough time to change, return a few calls, and be lying in wait for Noelle outside the PT room when she finished up with Sara. His thumbs flew on the keyboard as he sent his response.
No problem. Tell her I’ll catch up with her at dinner. Thx.
Satisfied with his crack diversionary tactic, Jace tossed the phone onto the bed and crossed to the closet, where he pulled out a pair of well-worn jeans and a plain, white T-shirt. The corners of his mouth curved into a knowing smile as he dropped his towel and started to get dressed.
4:00 p.m. Game time. Then Noelle would see what happened to bad girls who liked to spy on poor, unsuspecting, naked men.
And hopefully by the end of the night they’d both wind up naked. And satisfied.
* * *
“ A RE YOU SURE you’re okay?” Sara handed Noelle a water bottle. “You’re not your normal, take-no-prisoners self today. You seem—I don’t know—distracted.”
Duh. Watching the hottest guy on either side of the Mississippi get himself off would do that to a girl. Not that she was admitting that to Sara.
“For the hundredth time, I’m fine.” Noelle popped the top on the bottle and took a sip before carefully climbing off the recumbent bike. “Now can we get to the range-of-motion exercises, or what?”
The more activity, the better. Maybe working herself past the point of exhaustion would help erase the image of Jace all naked and wet and hard, calling out her name as he came.
Not likely.
“In a minute.” Sara took a seat on one of the weight benches and motioned for Noelle to join her. “Take a breather. Have some more water.”
With a resigned shrug, Noelle complied, sitting and drinking. The water was cool and refreshing and totally ineffective in dampening her runaway libido.
“What now?” she asked when she’d finished. “Girl bonding time?”
“In a manner of speaking.” Sara sipped from her own water bottle. “So you and Jace...”
“I told you, there is no me and Jace.”
“That’s not what I heard.”
Noelle could almost feel her pale skin blanch even further. “Heard? From who?”
“The man himself. He texted to thank me for returning his phone.”
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
“What did you say?”
“I set him straight. Told him it was you.”
Great. Now he knew she’d been spying on him. Again.
“He said you got quite a show.” Sara snickered.
“He told you about that?” Noelle squeaked.
Gentlemen were not supposed to tattle. Of course, ladies weren’t supposed to snoop, either.
“Not in detail.” Sara eyed Noelle hopefully.
“Well, you’re not getting anything out of me.” Noelle pushed her shoulders back and lifted her chin.
“What happened?” Sara persisted, undaunted. “Did you walk in on him in the buff?”
It was amazing how close she’d come to hitting the nail on the head. So to speak.
“I plead the fifth,” Noelle said, trotting out a phrase her lawyer brother loved to use.
“Interesting.” Sara narrowed her eyes. “People who refuse to talk usually have something to hide.”
“Not this people.” Noelle took a long slug from her water bottle and stood. “Now if the Spanish Inquisition is over, can I pretty please get back to my workout? There’s an eighteen-year-old soloist in the company who’d give her favorite pair of legwarmers to take my principal spot.”
“We can’t have that, can we?” Sara rose and picked out a five-pound ankle cuff from a shelf against the wall. “Start with hamstring curls. Three sets of twelve, rest, then repeat.”
She handed Noelle the cuff and pointed in the direction of an empty mat. “But don’t think this discussion is over. I have ways of making you talk.”
“Over and above the daily physical torture?”
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” Sara promised, giving her a gentle shove. “I haven’t even
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