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down putting her elbows on the glass and her chin in her hands. “This is Alena? Wow! No wonder.” I wonder what she means by that? She stands up and crosses her arms over her chest. “Go on in. No charge.” What?
    “Oh, no! I can pay. You don’t have to….”
    She gives me a smirk. “Nope. Go on in. On me. See what you think and if you want to join after that, great. Just let me know.” She winks and then climbs back onto her stool. Well, she’s a little spitfire.
    “Come on, girl. Let’s go!” Spouts Hailey and pulls me away from the counter. I have no idea what just happened, but I guess a free pass makes sense. Guess I’ll be trying it out. The small hairs on the back of my neck seem to stand, and a chill runs through me. I feel like I’m being watched but when I look around as we walk to the locker room, I don’t see anyone looking. Weird.

Chapter 3

    She’s here. I watch Alena through the two way mirror from my office as she stands by the front counter, following her as she walks passed and to the locker room. Fuck, I’ve missed her but I’m not sure how I feel about her being in my gym. I guess it was bound to happen at some point, and I’ve been dreading it. I don’t know if my cock can handle watching her workout. It’s having a bad time now, just seeing her. I think I’m gonna have to go put something else on to hide it better. I adjust myself, again, and wait by the glass until I see her and Hailey leave the locker room and my eyes about pop outta my head. Alena is in a tight fitted half top, her short shorts so small on her tiny frame that I know all the guys will be staring at her, and I feel a bit of jealousy twinge through me. Why should I be jealous? She’s not mine. In fact, I don’t even know if she’s dating anyone right now although I’ve heard through the years that she was with some pencil dick. Her skin is unblemished with a healthy glow and looks so soft. I look down and see her flat stomach and is that a belly button piercing? Shit!
    I walk back to my desk and sit down trying to do some work on my computer, trying not to give in to the urge to go upstairs and watch her. I’m pretty proud of myself until about thirty minutes later and three interruptions from staff, I get up, walk out of my office and head to the stairs. I can feel Jolie staring at me, and I’m sure she’s wondering what the fuck I’m doing. I know I’m wondering myself. It’s as if I’m not thinking, not feeling anything enough to hold me back as I climb the stairs. I numbly walk around, stop and lean back against the wall of the track and look around. My eyes instantly find her. She’s running on a treadmill, ear buds in, and looks like she’s been keeping up with her workout, by the look of her sexy body. Shit! She’s definitely filled out in all the right places. Her breasts not too big but just the right size for my hands, her waist is slim and her butt. Oh, my freaking God! Tight and just the right size for my hands to hold and squeeze. Fuck! I need to get my mind off her and now, or I’m gonna have another problem.
    My eyes roam back up her body and then my heart stops as they land right on hers, staring a hole in me. Busted. The light pink that’s on her beautiful face tells me I’ve embarrassed her pretty good. I can’t take my eyes off her. My mind fades back to a time when she took care of me.

    “Jase! Oh, my God! Are you okay?” She looks at me in the hospital bed, and suddenly everything is okay. “You scared the shit outta me. When I saw you drop on the track, the pain you were in…. I tried to get to you but they wouldn’t let me.” I needed her so bad. I wanted her to hold my hand and tell me everything was gonna be okay.
    “Yeah, I really made a mess outta my knee. They had to do surgery. I’ve already been told my track days are over,” I tell her sadly.
    “Oh, no!” She sits down on the bed beside me and takes my hand in hers. “Jase, I’m so sorry.”
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