Barbells at Christmas by Heather Howard

Author:Heather Howard [Howard, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-03-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

Lisa cracked an eye open around noon on Christmas day and wondered why she felt so sore. She felt like she’d danced with a train, and the train won. Dancing wasn’t even supposed to be a contact sport. That was how good this train had been. Like Fred Astaire with twenty-ton steel-toed boots.

Well played, my steam-powered nemesis, Lisa thought. Then she thought: Wow, do I need coffee or what? She rolled out of bed.

It was hard to walk. It was usually hard to walk after a trip to the gym. Did she go to the gym yesterday? Dim memories of pounding the treadmill and doing squats filtered down through her sleep-fogged brain as she stumbled from her room into her dull little flat. She paused in her office area, which was just a desk in what was supposed to be her breakfast nook. Things were a mess, which was weird because she was usually pretty neat. Rick was a bit on the OCD side and kept things tidy.

Rick. Wait. He’d broken up with her.

Fuck.

Lisa sighed. So that’s why she’d been at the gym on a holiday, and that’s why Rick wasn’t here now. His unopened presents--just two, thank god, and she was going to have to return them, curses--sat on her unused fireplace. She didn’t have any presents. She’d opened all the ones her friends had given her at the office, anticipating a nice little Christmas with her mother and her boyfriend, before that was all shot to hell.

She really needed coffee. Preferably with something alcoholic in it. Maybe later she’d go down to the corner store and get some eggnog, with extra nog, because that was what successful, well-adjusted people did on Christmas. She trudged to the refrigerator and stretched up to reach the bottle of Bailey’s that sat on top.

A vision of herself flattened against the gym’s shower wall flashed across her brain. Delicious, dark arms circled her straining body as she rode the hottest personal trainer in the history of mankind to an explosive orgasm and oh my god.

Lisa pressed a hand to her suddenly burning face as everything came flooding back. Angel’s smile, his hands and mouth and fingertips, what they did in the locker room at her gym, what she would have done, the janitor coming in, the thrill of being caught and two best orgasms she’d ever had—all of it swept over her in a wave, and she didn’t know if she should collapse in embarrassment or stick her fingers down her panties and live off the greatest memory she had ever made.

I can never go back, she thought. Never, never. I have to change my name. Cut my hair. Get a face tattoo. Move to Vietnam and tend my own little rice paddy because I can’t believe I freaking did that!

What would her mother say? Lisa hoped she never found out!

And she’d totally do it again. And again and again, because Angel was hot as a nuclear reactor, and she just wanted his dick inside her right now.

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