Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
-Coffee Cup
TAOS
The next day, it was storming.
In fact, it was storming so badly that nobody in their right mind would be out in it.
However, I owned a gym, and we had a class scheduled that I again had been conned in to teaching. It wasn’t like I could just decide to stay home because the weather was bad, but no one had shown up for the five am class and it wasn’t looking good for the six am class.
In fact, they called for the storm to turn into ice by midmorning, and that was a pretty big deal seeing as it hadn’t snowed or iced in Paris in about seven years.
We were in a weird spot in Texas.
See, the north part of Texas got it all the time. But with us being more mid-Texas, the possibility of it getting cold enough here was something that didn’t happen all that often. Hence the reason for no snow in seven years.
Why did I know that it was seven years? Because that was all Fran had talked about last night during the workout.
How excited she was for it to snow.
Which was funny because she hated being cold.
If I asked her to run outside, the girl hated it because it meant that she would be cold.
Which was hilarious to listen to.
That, and even her whining voice was sexy as hell.
Maria’s had literally felt like claws raking against the inside of my skull.
I hadn’t been able to stand listening to her whine, and the bitch did it a lot.
I hadn’t realized how much she’d done it until we were officially divorced, and I realized that there was a direct correlation between the number of headaches that I got, and the amount of time I spent with Maria.
I stood at the windows that separated the outside from the inside of the gym on the off chance that Fran was crazy and would arrive.
When the clock struck thirty minutes after five, there still wasn’t a single soul in the building besides me and the cat.
“Well, looks like I get to go home after all, Rogue,” I said to the cat. This weather would keep everyone inside today.
The cat picked his head up from the seat of the nearest rower and yawned before dropping it back down to his front paws.
I rolled my eyes and waited some more, convinced that nobody was coming.
Thinking I could go ahead and get some work done, I cued up some music and started to go through a series of stretches as I thought about what muscle groups I wanted to hit today.
I winced when the lights flickered and idly wondered if I’d make it through the workout with lights and music, or if I would have to work out in the dark and silence.
Just as that thought hit me, a pair of headlights filled the front window.
I looked at the clock and groaned.
It was fifteen minutes after the start of class, and there was no way in hell that they should expect me to…
Fran’s cute little ass streaked past the window, and suddenly she was inside, standing in the entranceway, dripping.
I started to laugh at her tortured expression.
“Lose the shirt, girl,” I teased as I walked toward her. “Why are you here in the middle of a monsoon that’ll shortly turn into a winter storm?”
She groaned and threw the backpack that I’d given her down on the ground next to her, before stripping out of her shoes and t-shirt. “I promised myself I wouldn’t give myself any excuses. So, rain or not, I’m here.”
I held in my groan at the sight of her tanned skin that the t-shirt revealed.
She was wearing a bra that came about halfway down her ribcage, only showing off just a small sliver of her belly before her high-rise leggings took over.
I grinned at her.
She looked absolutely miserable.
“You have any shorts or anything to change into in that bag?” I wondered as I watched her shiver.
She shook her head. “I have another bra, but that’s not what’s wet.”
I thought about that for a moment. “I might have some in the office but they’re a little shorter than what I’m sure you wear.”
She blinked. “You just have those laying around?”
I snorted. “Actually, kind of. We placed an order for shirts from a screen-printing place, and they sent out some shorts as a ‘complimentary’ item. They’re actually pretty cool and all, but they’re short as fuck, and we were kind of hesitant to hand out shorts to members when there’s a high likelihood that nobody will wear them.”
She grinned. “Let’s see them.”
I went to the office and she followed me after giving Rogue a small pat.
When we arrived in the office, I started searching through the bins of shirts that we kept inside the office for when the ones that hung outside in the small ‘store’ we had set up sold out.