Heartbreaker [h.s.]

Chapter Ten*

The feel of leather on leather thudding rhythmically, sweat dripping down my forehead, the sound of my trainers squealing against the tile floor, all things that tend to help ground me as I work off some of this pent up aggression after a hard day. This was exactly what I needed. And yet, I've been in the gym for almost two hours and I'm still not fully relaxed. This usually does the trick, but today? Nothing. And that's all Charlotte's doing.

I can't get her off my mind.

She's all I can think about.

Charlie Leighton consumed every waking moment of conscious thought, and I need to do something to fix it. I can't let her get to me.

With sweat pooling in my eyes, I give it one more punch to the bag before I decide to call it a night. This morning was jam packed with packing and sorting through what we needed to take with us, then an afternoon of our first run through going to shit, and now two hours sweating it out in the gym, I needed my fuckin' bed. Pulling off my white battered gloves, I set them in my gym bag and began to unravel the wrist tape. One section was a little snug so I started to pull on it with my teeth when I made eye contact once again with a gorgeous blonde across the room. She had on the tightest little running shorts and a sports tank that came down just far enough it sat above her navel. It was a matching set, the softest seafoam green that complemented her soft alabaster skin beautifully.

We'd been making eyes at each other for the last hour or so. Sly looks, glances over the shoulder, I even shot her a wink as she walked in front of me when we just so happened went to grab water bottles from the front desk. Her palm tried to cover her giggles, but I could tell she was blushing by the deep red tint that mixed with her already flushed face. She spent most of her time on the stairmaster, but switched it up a few times, probably to not make it too obvious that she was checking me out.

There were plenty of men coming up to her, but she brushed every one of them off. She walked through this place like she was in charge, and I needed her to be in charge of me. With the stair master positioned perfectly in front of my line of sight, I had the best side visual of her plump ass and curvy hips swaying with each step. I'm not dense, she was putting on a fuckin' show, and it was just for me.

Leaning down to scoop up my bag, I head towards the corridor that holds all of the lockers for members. I locate my designated spot, put in the combination and unlock it. I grab the towel I brought from home and my body wash when seafoam green appears three lockers down. I sneak a peek at her while she opens her own locker to retrieve her belongings, wondering if she'd found enough courage to finally approach me. She was breathing heavily, her full chest rising and falling making my mouth water.

Fuck it. I shut my locker door and begin towards the showers, stopping at her locker. Propping myself up I lean into my shoulder against cold metal. "Hi there."

"Hey." She breathes. She had a small mesh bag with shower products gripped tightly between her fingers. "Come here a lot?" She asks.

"Mmm three maybe four times a week."