she walked. What I wouldn’t do to be behind that ass. I groaned. I needed to get my mind out of the gutter. I reached down and turned the speed up on my treadmill. I needed to run faster and get my mind off of Jane. All I could picture was her sitting on my lap reaching behind and caressing my cheek as I kissed the side of her neck. I couldn’t allow myself to think past that, though. Thinking about her was going to drive me crazy.
I decided to lift some weights after my stint on the treadmill. Not just because I wanted to bulk up my biceps and triceps, but also because I loved to watch the ladies squatting while holding dumbbells. And if I was honest with myself, I was hoping Jane would also be in that area. I'd love to see her ass moving up and down. Though I'd rather see it bouncing up and down on my cock. I wondered if Jane was the type of girl to permit recording in the bedroom. Not for any outside sharing, just for our own pleasure. Man, I could whack off to videos of me fucking her for at least a month.
"Get your mind out of the gutter, Howard," I lectured myself under my breath. There was no point making myself even hornier right now. I walked over to the weight section and stopped short when I saw Jane talking to another guy. The douchebag stood there with a towel behind his neck and a huge smile on his face. He was puffed out like a peacock and as he leaned forward and touched her on the shoulder, I could feel my neck muscles popping.
He said something that I couldn't hear and then Jane laughed, a sweet, delicate sound that made my stomach flip for some stupid reason. I stood there like a voyeur for a few more seconds before I decided to step forward and join them.
"So how's it going, Jane?" I kept my voice casual as I walked right up to them and stood directly to the right of the guy flirting with Jane. Close up, he looked like a meathead and I was confident that he had a brain the size of a pea.
"Oh, hey, Tate." Jane looked at me in surprise, her face pink with heat and happiness. Why the hell was she looking so happy?
"I thought you needed to get your workout on? I didn't think you were looking for clients right now."
"Excuse me?” She blinked. "What clients?"
"You know …" I looked at her with a twisted smile and then at the meathead next to me. "Did she give you a reduced rate?"
"Reduced rate?" The man sounded confused. "Oh, oh!" And then he started grinning. "I speaky a little Spanish." He put on a really bad accent. "Do I get a little discounty for that?" I wanted to laugh so badly at his pronounced words. No way Jane would be interested in an offensive douchebag like that.
"You speaky a little Spanish?" Jane's tone was shrill.
"Oh, my bad," the douche, who apparently couldn't read body language, said. "I speaky a little Espanola." He nodded. "Wow, I'm remembering more than I thought from Spanish One." He looked at her for approval. "So how much for the night? Uno pesos?”
Jane took a deep breath shook her head and then poked me in the chest.” I cannot deal with this right now. I will get you for this, Tate."
“Get me for what?" I asked innocently.
"You know what."
"So, uh, how do y’all guys know each other?" the meathead asked.
"Yes, we know each other," I answered before Jane couldn't say anything.
"He's my boss."
"Yeah, I'm her boss, if you know what I mean," I said to the guy whose expression suddenly changed as he looked back and forth between us.
"Uh, are you her pimp?" His eyes widened, and I just looked away from him, not saying anything else. "Sorry, I don't mean no bother, man."
"He's my boss at my job, not for my sex life," Jane said and then she groaned. "Whatever." And then she glared at me and grabbed the bottom of the t-shirt. "We need to talk."
"Talk about what?"
"You know what!"
"What?"
"How dare you interrupt my conversation with that guy …" Her eyes narrowed. "What's so funny? Why are you laughing?"
"I'm not laughing."
"You're totally laughing."
"That douchebag was a fool. I did you a favor."
"You did me a favor?" Her tone rose again and her eyes flashed shards of glass