Training Mac (Erotic Gym Book 1) by Kris Ripper

Author:Kris Ripper [Ripper, Kris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-18T16:00:00+00:00

Training Mac's Back End

Mac didn’t bother going to Annabel’s after getting off at the discount store on Thursday. He snuck in the back door of The Gym when no one was looking and went directly upstairs. The lights weren’t on yet, so he figured Jem probably wasn’t working another double. He left everything off, grabbed a couple of towels to make a bed on the floor, and fell into a heap in the corner.

He had no idea how long it was before Coach found him.

“So.”

Mac blinked up at the dark silhouette, squinting in pain from the fluorescents. “Coach?”

“Security asked if I wanted them to check out the weirdo sitting in the dark.”

“Huh?”

Coach sighed. “You’re on video. All the time. Except in the toilet.” He held out his hand. “Get your ass up off the ground, Mac.”

Mac let himself be pulled up and scrubbed at his eyes. It was still hard to see because of how bright the lights were, but he was pretty sure the clock was telling him he’d only been there for twenty minutes. “Is that clock right?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.” Shit. He could crash in the car. Probably not in the lot here. Maybe he could find a spot in the sun so he wouldn’t freeze. “Sorry, Coach. I’ll get out of your hair.”

“And go where? If you had anywhere else, you’d be there. You homeless, Mac?”

Mac shook his head. “I stay with my friend Annabel, but she’s in class right now and her mom—” is creepy as fuck. “Her mom seems to think I’m always coming onto her or something, so you know. And anyway, I sleep on the couch, which isn’t great in the middle of the day.”

“Uh huh.”

“Really, it’s okay. I can take a nap in my car, Coach.”

“Yeah, no. Not so much. I wasn’t telling you to leave, jackass. Toss your wackadoo nest in the laundry and come up to the office. You can sleep there. And ask Jem about his house, he’s got a room available.”

“I thought he was renting it to someone’s brother.”

“Yeah, that fell through. The brother decided to enlist instead.”

“Oh.” He gathered up the towels and put them in the big bin in the laundry room, then followed Coach down the hall. Yeah, these couches were comfortable. Were they couches or sofas? Sofa was the better word, for sure, but Mac thought maybe there was a difference and he just didn’t know what it was.

“Four days now, Mac?” Coach asked, standing over him.

“Mm hm.”

“Get some sleep.”

A blanket over his shoulders, his body. Yeah. Weight. Warmth. Mac was out in minutes.

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