and a gym on another floor, yep.”
“A home gym sounds divine.” I sigh.
Garrin wrinkles his forehead. “Your parents don’t have one?”
I shake my head. “No, neither of them was ever really the exercising type. Neither was I until I moved to Washington. When I started seeing my therapist, he suggested that exercise might be a good outlet for me to relieve some of the stress, and I’ve been hooked since.”
“What have you been doing since you came back to Cherry Creek?”
“I joined a gym but I haven’t had as much time to work out as I usually do, what with my dad and working on the campaign… and you.” My cheeks heat.
He looks across the table thoughtfully at me for a moment. “I have an idea.”
“I liked your last idea—let’s hear it.”
He quirks a brow at me as though he’s lost as to what I’m referring to. That’s what I get for trying to be playful and sexy.
“At your place after I woke up…”
It’s like someone lit a torch in the depths of his dark eyes, because they light up and somehow the way he’s looking at me right now feels as if he’s remembering the moment all over again.
“I liked that idea too.”
His eyes continue to ravish my body until I grow uncomfortable and fidget.
“What’s your idea?” I ask.
“I was going to suggest a workout at the private gym in my building, but I rather like where your mind was headed.”
“A workout sounds great,” I blurt out for reasons I don’t understand. I do want this man but talking about it beforehand only makes me nervous.
“Wonderful. When we’re finished here, we’ll head to my place.”
“Wait. I don’t have any workout clothes or shoes.” I reach for my wine, happy to remove my gaze from his assessing one for a moment.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll call Margaret and she’ll take care of it.” He reaches for his phone on the table and immediately types away.
I swallow my wine. “But it’s getting late. Everything is probably closed.”
“Isla, you know as well as I do that the right amount of money can accomplish almost anything. Margaret’s a pro, she’ll handle it.”
“Okay.” The chiding and authority in his tone makes me believe him.
Sure enough, when we arrive at his house after dinner, there’s a package waiting for me.
26
Chapter Twenty-six
Garrin
“Margaret did a good job, what do you think?”
I raise up from tying my sneakers to find Isla standing there wearing black leggings and a sports bra that have a galaxy print on them. She might as well be a black hole because I can feel myself slowly being drawn into her, unable to escape.
All her curves are on display, as is her fit body and trim stomach, not to mention a lot of cleavage.
Margaret’s clearly trying to kill me.
“You don’t like it?” she asks, her disappointment clear in her voice.
“What gives you that idea?” I close the distance between us.
“You didn’t say anything.” She frowns.
I place my hand around the back of her neck and draw her in, resting my chin on the top of her head. “Isla, if you looked any better, I’d already have those leggings around your ankles, have you bent over this sofa and be shoved inside you.”
She takes a quick intake of breath.
“Now let’s go.” I need my own workout just to take the edge off this need to claim her that keeps building and building. If I’m going to work my way into her heart, I need to avoid scaring her off.
“Okay,” she whispers and heads out of the room toward the foyer.
I groan as I watch her firm ass walk away and adjust my dick, which now feels like it has its own pulse in my gym shorts.
After an agonizing minute in the elevator, in which I stood as far away from Isla and all her spandex as possible, we reach the gym level.
“Holy crap, this place has everything.” Isla steps off the elevator.
“Pretty much, yeah. There’s a juice bar over in the corner with a fridge under the counter. You can grab some water from there if you need it.”
“Thanks.”
She stands and takes in all the equipment—the cardio area with different treadmills, bikes and stair-climbers—don’t ask me why Ryker insisted we have one as it’s never been used. There’s a weight area—both free and stationary—and then there’s a sparring and boxing area. Installing the gym was an afterthought, and it wasn’t built until we were all already living here. We just all got sick of working