Love Me (WITSEC #3)(34)

Knox’s eyes lit up with recognition. “All right. I’ll be out in a couple of minutes,” Knox said and hung up.

Knox helped me sit up and watched intently as I put my boobs back into my sports bra. “You’re hiring an assistant manager?” I asked, ignoring the whiplash he was giving me.

He nodded. “It’s very hard for all four of us to have a day off together and when we do, I constantly get calls or messages from staff covering us that day. It’s even worse when we take a vacation.”

I did notice Knox on his phone a lot. “You’re hiring one in case Mr. X shows up, too, aren’t you?”

“We’ve wanted to hire one for a while, but the possibility of X did incentivize us to do it sooner rather than later.”

I retightened my ponytail that he had tugged on, and I hopped off his desk. My whole body was still buzzing from what we’d done—or hadn’t finished. I was going to have to take my sexual frustration out on my run. That, or take a really cold shower.

Knox stuffed his hands into his pockets as he watched me dig through my gym bag for my earbuds and water bottle.

“I’ll come up with a schedule to start working on strength training,” he said, as if what we’d just done hadn’t happened.

I nodded and headed for the door.





I pushed myself hard for the hour that I ran. Sweat slid down my neck and back, soaking my sports bra. I tried to cool down with one last walk around the track. A few runners passed me as I did.

By the time I made it to where I’d left my water bottle in the cubbies by the stairs, I wasn’t panting as hard and the air conditioning blowing on my sweat caused my skin to break out in goosebumps.

As I began to chug my water, I caught a male runner, passing by on the track, doing a double take at me. I didn’t think much of it until two women running by did the same.

Frowning, I glanced down, and quickly covered my boobs with my arm. “You have got to be kidding me,” I snapped. My soaked sports bra was see-through. What made it worse was that the air conditioning was making my nipples hard.

Freaking out, I looked down at my leggings. The front was fine. I spun in a circle trying to look at my butt. I couldn’t tell. They weren’t as soaked as my bra, but that didn’t reassure me. Feeling self-conscious, I held my water bottle over my butt as I rushed through the gym.

Both Colt and Creed were hanging out at the front desk. Creed was seated and swiveling the desk chair side to side as he talked with Colt, who was standing with his back to me.

Creed saw me and frowned at the distress I was obviously showing. “What is it?” he asked as I approached.

Not in the mood to explain here, I removed my arm from my chest to show him. Colt turned around at that moment, drinking from a water bottle as he did. His eyes met mine for a millisecond before dropping to my chest. Once he saw my predicament, water sprayed from his mouth. Both of them gaped at my chest—Colt wiping his chin as he did.

Letting out a frustrated grunt, I quickly covered my chest and dashed for Knox’s office. As I barreled down the hall, Colt right on my heels, I heard Creed yell for someone to cover the front desk for him. I stormed into Knox’s office, relieved his interview was over. Still holding my arm over my breasts and covering my butt with my bottle, I beelined for my gym bag.

My frustration skyrocketed when I didn’t find it in the chair where I had left it. I spun around searching, not seeing it anywhere. I looked at Knox. “Where is my bag?”

He was giving me a strange look. “What’s wrong?”

Creed walked in at that moment and went to stand next to Colt, who was giving me a sympathetic look.

I dropped my arm from my chest again. There was no sense in covering up. Everyone in the room had been up close and intimate with my boobs.

Knox’s brows rose and leaned back in his chair. “Not the first time I’ve seen white athletic wear do that.”

“I own other white athletic wear and they aren’t see-through.” Which meant that the people who’d made the one I was wearing used poor materials. I let out another frustrated noise that teetered on the edge of a whine. “I just flashed a bunch of people on the track, and who knows how many saw my butt if it’s see-through there, too.”

“Turn around and we’ll see,” Creed said.

I did as he said and moved my bottle out of the way.

“It doesn’t look like they are,” Colt said.

“Bend over and touch your toes,” Creed ordered. “They might be with the fabric stretched out.”

Again, I did as told and I touched my toes.

The room went silent for a few breaths.

“Well, it’s a beautiful view,” Creed said.

Slamming my hands over my butt, I straightened and whirled around to face them.

“Since when do you wear a thong?” Creed asked.

My cheeks were flaming hot. “I wear them when my leggings aren’t dark enough or are too thin to hide panty lines.”

“Mmm,” Creed hummed. “Is there any chance you will model them for me later?”

When I didn’t think I could get any redder, they loved to prove me wrong.

“Creed,” Colt chastised halfheartedly as he fought not to smile.

That didn’t deter Creed’s teasing. “Or you can take off your clothes now and show me. It’s not like they’re covering much, anyway.”