“Hmm,” he growls, narrowing his eyes at Adam again. “Care to elaborate, Adam? You’re talking to your employer, remember. And the last thing we need is Harry Hadley employees bothering our patrons.”
Harry scoffs. “I wasn’tbotheringher,” he whines. “I was just … just …”
“Yeah?” Harry snaps. “What were youjust?”
Adam’s head sags and he kicks the ground like a chastised kid. “Nothing,” he murmurs. “Can I go now, sir, or are you going to keep yelling at me?”
Harry shakes his head, causing his unruly hair to weave side to side across his forehead. “It’s a free country, mate,” Harry sighs.
We both turn together and watch as Adam walks skittishly across the field toward the parking lot. Unlike some of the other Harry Hadley Fitness employees, he doesn’t bunk here.
When he turns a corner and passes out of view, Harry turns back to me, his lips an unreadable line as his glinting eyes seem to penetrate me.
Tell him, a voice urges inside of me.Tell him the truth so you can start clean.
“Care to tell me what was going on there?” he asks.
Okay, so my body is getting major demerits for being a traitor.
Even now, with the tension rising into the air, I can’t help but let my gaze be tugged to the gradations on his shirtless chest, each crevice like a teasing note, begging me to touch.
I shake my head, both at his question and my own out-of-place desire.
“It really was nothing,” I say. “And, Harry, I don’t need a knight in shining armor.”
He smirks. “Funny way of saying thanks, Nancy Drew.”
I toss my head, turning back to the track, loving the way I can fricking feel his hungry eyes roaming all over my body.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I was actually in the middle of a workout.”
“That’s fine.” He leans against the railing, crossing his arms so that his pectoral muscles surge tightly against his tan skin. “Go ahead.”
I flip him the bird, giggling nonetheless. “And the award for the Biggest Perv in the World Goes to …”
“Sweetheart,” he says easily. “I’ll take that every day of the week if it means I get to watch you.”
I flush, telling myself I’m not being reeled in by his cheesy lines.
But I know I’m lying to myself.
And it’s starting to get so exhausting to pretend I don’t care.
