Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(15)

I reached for the barbell that sat above me and wrapped my hands around the cool metal bar. “That’s a negative.”

“Yes, sir, officer.” She chuckled and reached for some hand weights and started doing lunges right beside me.

She grunted every time she dropped her knee to the floor, and my dick sprung to life. I closed my eyes and continued my up-and-down reps, trying not to catch a hint of her jasmine scent.

Fuck, even her lady stank was magnificent.

Who smells good when they’re sweating?

Dylan Thomas. That’s who. Of course, she does. She probably pumps some sort of pheromones into her deodorant to torture men.

I set the bar down and pushed to my feet. “Could you stop with the sound effects, please? This is my workout time, and it’s very distracting.”

A wide grin spread across her face as her eyes traveled down my body. I followed her gaze only to see my erection pointing right at her like he was picking her out of a lineup.

“Ah, I’m sorry to be bothering your workout time, especially after your fantastic romp in the hay last night.” She giggled like she’d won some big prize. “At least we know the micropenis isn’t true.”

She walked away all cocky and proud, and I did my best to adjust myself, but my dick had a mind of his own. I ignored her the rest of the time, but I kept my eyes on her movements. I relaxed when she left the gym, and I finished my workout.

After a quick shower, I packed up my bag and made my way down to the lobby for a quick breakfast, dropping my suitcase with the concierge.

The restaurant was quiet this morning, and I was relieved that Jos wasn’t working because I’d turned her down last night. I wasn’t sure how she’d felt about that.

The hostess who appeared to be in her mid-seventies led me to a table, and Dylan looked up to see me walking in her direction.

“Wolf,” she purred.

“Minx,” I hissed, because I was still pissed that she’d given me a throbbing boner during my workout. So maybe I’d released some of that tension in the shower, and I’d tried my best to think of anything other than the woman currently gaping at me. I’d thought of my last hookup, as the woman had been sexy as hell. I tried thinking of my favorite porno from my younger years. But nope. This particular woman was invading my thoughts and had completely robbed me of getting off to anything other than her.

And that was not okay with me.

This shit would stop now.

“Oh. Do you two know one another? Do you want to sit together?” the elderly woman asked.

I was about to request a table on the other side of the restaurant just as Dylan motioned for me to join her. “Come on. We work together. We can share a meal. Look how well last night went.”

I grunted and took the seat across from her as the hostess stepped away.

“Good, we can chat about Lance Waters.” She reached for the file sitting beside her.

Okay. We did need to work together. Maybe we’d gotten all the craziness out by now, and we could focus on what we came here to do. Recruit the best players and build a team that would win us a Stanley Cup in the future.

“My father wasn’t sure he was ready, but I don’t know. I have a feeling about him. He’s young and eager, and we need another goalie. Buckley is playing too much this season because our backup is injured more than he’s not. I’ve watched a bunch of his games, and he has the potential.” Lance Waters was a college hockey player, and he was hungry to sign with a pro team. He grew up in San Francisco and would love to come and play for the Lions in his hometown.

“Agreed. I read an interview he did recently, and he was humble and anxious to prove himself. With the right team behind him, he just may surprise everyone. We don’t know what he can do if he’s got strong guys supporting him.”

“Exactly. That’s very perceptive.”

“What can I say? I’m a perceptive girl.” She chuckled.

We paused when our server came over and took our orders, bringing us both water and orange juice.

“Well, I don’t think we’ll have to hunt down Lance tonight for dinner. I think he’s looking forward to meeting with us. He doesn’t have an agent, but he’s coming with his father and coach,” I said, reaching for my glass and taking a sip of juice.

“He’s young, but he sounds ready. I’m looking forward to it. And I already got a text from Braxton this morning, wishing us safe travels.”

My shoulders stiffened, even though I was happy that the dude was reaching out to her. We’d need that connection if we wanted to sign Juan. But I didn’t like the idea of him hitting on her. I didn’t think she was a helpless woman like she believed I did; I just didn’t want anyone to be disrespectful to her.

Because she worked for me.

Not because I personally cared one way or the other.

But I’d keep my thoughts to myself. If we were going to make this work moving forward, we needed to stop talking about my dick and our sex lives. I’d need to stop thinking of her when I got off in the shower.

Period.

I wasn’t proud that it had happened, but it wouldn’t happen again.

Me and my dick would be moving on from all Dylan Thomas fantasies as of today.

So, instead, I nodded. “I think keeping in touch with him is a good plan.”

“Was that a compliment?”