The Price of Inertia by Lily Zante

Author:Lily Zante [Zante, Lily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lily Zante

Chapter Thirty

WARD

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I wake up, not that I slept much, tossing and turning in bed all night, sliding in and out of pockets of sleep. Fragmented images of my mangled plot and Mari in that dress poked and prodded at me all night.

She’s probably still with Jamie now. The thought makes me leap out of bed. I need to do a workout, because there’s no other way I can vent my frustration better. Pumping iron and doing one of Jamie’s harder workouts might calm me and get rid of this restlessness that keeps me awake.

Tomorrow, I will call Rob and demand to return to New Orleans. This current setup messes with my head too much. It gets in the way of my writing, my life and my sanity.

Grabbing my sports towel and a bottle of water, I head for the gym. The last few times after a good workout, I’ve left on a high. There’s some truth to the endorphins and adrenaline after a good workout which leave me feeling happier, more capable and less stressed.

As I walk in, eagerly looking forward to it for probably the only time in my life, I see her. Mari on the mat, her hands and feet planted firmly on the floor, and her butt high in the air. She’s doing that same goddamn downward dog pose she did the last time.

When the hell did she get back?

I hear her gasp, and then she stands up quickly. Her face is shiny. I can’t tell if she’s just warming up or is halfway through her practice. An awkward moment drags out into a prolonged stare. Her hands slide to her hips, jarring me with the image of her in clingy leave-nothing-to-the-imagination gym gear. This is quickly replaced by the image of her in her party dress and heels last night.

I pray my cock doesn’t stand to attention and salute her.

“I’m nearly done,” she says slowly, turning her back to me and standing tall, stretching her arms high in the air, then bringing them down to her chest. When she stands on one leg, planting her other foot against her inner thigh, I don’t know where to look. She’s calm and composed and balanced—on one leg. I am not. Even standing on two legs and admiring her figure from behind. My insides are in chaos. Bedlam ensues. My nerves are in turmoil. Only my cock is super happy.

The sight of her slim naked waist is a mating call to every cell in my body. She’s done it again. Disrupted my best-laid plans. I don’t know what to admire more, the fact that she can stand upright without toppling over or the beads of sweat on her back.

“When did you get back?” I ask casually, as I get up and walk towards the treadmill.

“What?” She breaks the pose so that both feet are firmly planted on her mat. She also looks pissed that I’m interrupting her workout, but I need to know. “What time did you get back?”

“Why?”

She’s annoyed at me.

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