Not…whatever this was. “No. It’s just a good thing I don’t have to wear tights like that.”
“They’re not tights. They’re compression pants. They’re great for working out. You should try them sometime.”
He wasn’t sure if he was looking at her with lust or disbelief, but regardless, there was one thing that remained true. “There’s only one way my dick is getting into those pants, and it won’t be because I’m wearing them.”
“Noted,” she said. But instead of the Friday-night glare or the Saturday-night uncertainty, he got a Monday-morning smile. A little curious and a whole lot cautious, but definitely warming to him. And damn, she looked good. He couldn’t get that glimpse of her body out of his mind. He’d just taken a solid breath when she threw a scarf into the mix.
Catching his expression, she grinned and loosened the wrap just a little. Great. Of all the times for her to give him an inch—literally—it had to be right then, when she’d already driven him to distraction.
He’d skipped the coffee this morning, opting instead for ice water. Much better for a workout, and in a pinch, he could pour it down the front of his track pants. He was still on that plan twenty minutes later when the bus dropped them off in front of the rock climbing gym. It was his favorite place to blow off steam, and in fact, he frequented it so often they’d jokingly given him a T-shirt and a name tag.
Kelsie stared at the front door, amusement slanting her lips. “So tell me again how this is going to get me noticed?”
He snorted. “Trust me, if you take off that shirt, there’s no way anyone is going to miss that ass in those pants.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re just charming, you know that?”
He grinned. “Hey, you wanted to know how to attract a man.”
“A decent one,” she shot back. “Preferably one with a job. Which is probably not going to be a guy hanging out at a rock gym on a Monday morning.”
“Yet you and I will be there,” he pointed out. “Both gainfully employed.”
Her lips settled into a firm line.
He thought better of laughing. “Look, this place is a zoo on weekends. You’d stand out in any crowd, but I do want you to enjoy yourself. Fighting someone else’s sweaty ass or dirty foot for space on the wall isn’t exactly fun, and it’ll be harder to get noticed in the weekend crush. This way, every guy in the room will be checking you out.”
She sighed. “Okay, that’s a good point. Does it matter that I’ve never in my life touched a rock wall?”
“Not at all. We’ll hook you up with an instructor.”
To that, she glanced at him and raised a brow. “Hook me up, huh?”
“For a lesson.” Realizing they were in the throes of lessons themselves, he elaborated. “A rock climbing lesson. But you’re going to have to take off that baggy shirt. It’ll get caught on the crags. Not safe. Same with the scarf.”
“Not happening,” she said. Probably just to piss him off, because she couldn’t actually think she could climb wearing that stuff.
Two things happened when Sawyer followed Kelsie through the door he held open for her. First, he was approached by the blond, blue-eyed, breast-implanted twins with whom he’d flirted a half dozen times. His every conversation with them had involved a threesome joke, and while he’d yet to sleep with either one—both had boyfriends—he doubted Kelsie would believe that. Her expression left little doubt about what she thought of his sudden fan club, and by the time Sawyer shook them off, thing number two had happened.
Brock Edelson.
Decent friend if you were a guy, but under all those muscles and that spray tan, he was a complete ass when it came to women. Whereas Sawyer was upfront with his pursuits that he was only down for a one-night rodeo, Brock pulled the candlelight and wine and forever bullshit, only to stop calling after sex happened.
And that was not going to happen to Kelsie.
Sawyer left the twins behind him—but fuck, did one of them just bring up a threesome?—and barged into the quiet exchange between Kelsie and Brock. The one during which Kelsie had removed her scarf and her tee, and she was nowhere near the damned rock wall. She glared when Sawyer slid his arm around her waist.
He glared right back.
Brock’s Neanderthal brow lifted, but he didn’t say a thing.
“I guess you two have met,” Sawyer said. Even he