Right Man, Right Time (The Vancouver Agitators, #3)(53)

“I guess not.” I scratch my chest and nod at her. “What are you up to today?”

“Need to get a workout in. Think I can stop by?”

“You can just come home with me.”

“And how do you expect me to get back to my dorm?”

“I have to run some errands, so when you’re done, I can drop you off.”

Her one brow hooks in the air. “When did you become my chauffeur?”

“If you want to drive yourself, that’s fine. I’m just offering.” I smooth my hand over my chest and stand from her bed. “But I’m leaving in a few, so you need to decide.”

“Well, that was a quick breakfast. You’re just going to swallow your sandwich whole and leave?”

“Did you want me to stay?” I ask.

“I don’t care what you do with your life.”

“Clearly, you do if you’re making a comment.”

“Only because I’m still trying to finish my breakfast, and you’re stating you’re leaving in like five seconds.”

“So you do want a ride . . .”

“Of course I do,” she says. “Honestly, do you think I enjoy driving?”

“Then why make a big deal about it?” I ask.

“Because, Silas, that’s what I do.”





There is no way in hell I planned on lifting today, not after the way my muscles have been screaming at me, but I also need to loosen my legs, so I opted for walking on my treadmill.

What I didn’t think about was getting a front-row seat to watching Ollie perform three kinds of squats in leggings that were fit for her ass and her ass alone. They leave nothing to the imagination. They even ride up her crack so I get the perfect defined ass squatting up and down right in front of me. Not to mention, she paired the pants with a sports bra, which only lifts her tits rather than flattens them.

With her hair pulled back in a long ponytail, she’s walking around my gym like a goddamn wet dream. I’m over here trying to avoid looking at her so I don’t get hard while walking on a treadmill.

But hell . . . look at that ass.

Round.

High.

Tight.

It’s obvious the girl spends time on her squats.

And she’s doing some heavy weights too. I’m fucking impressed.

I glance down at the treadmill screen and see that I’ve hit thirty minutes, so I turn it off and thank God that I can step away from the first-class view of Ollie’s backside.

I fling my towel over my shoulder, grab my water, and head to my mat, where I pick up a foam roller. Time to experience pain.

I lie down on my side on the roller and roll out my IT band, cringing and trying not to groan the entire time. But motherfucker, does it hurt. It’s not like I don’t work out during the off-season because I do. It’s important to stay in good shape, but it’s never as intense as when we’re in preseason, and I never skate either. So waking those muscles up again is painful.

“You okay over there?” Ollie asks as she sets her weight on the rack.

“Did I groan out loud?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s terrifying.”

“Sorry. Just really fucking sore.” I roll my leg out more and then switch sides.

“Is it always this bad?” she asks as she puts the weights away and wipes down the bar.

“Yeah. During preseason, there’s always a point when our coach decides to ride us hard—and not in a sexual way.”

“I would hope not. That’s a lot of men for your coach to handle.”

I chuckle and continue to roll while wincing. “And it’s always around this time when I get incredibly sore.”

“The other guys seemed fine.”

“They’re braver than me.”

“At least you can admit that.” She picks up her water and walks toward me. “Need some help?”

“Uh, I think I’m okay,” I say. “Just going to finish up, then hit up my sauna.”

“Sauna?” she says. “You never told me you have a sauna.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Afraid not. I would have remembered that. Where is it?”

I point. “Door on the left.”

Her eyes widen with joy. “Can I use it?”

“You can use anything in here. Towels are in the bathroom. Let me know when you’re done, and I’ll take over.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You can come in with me.” She taps my leg. “Don’t worry, I’ll cover up even though I love sitting in a sauna naked.”

“Yeah, so do I.”

“If this agreement was a whorehouse, I would tell you to drop the towel. Not to even bother.”

I swallow hard. “Yeah, well, good thing it’s not a whorehouse.”

“Yeah, good thing,” she replies with a smirk and takes off. “See you in the sauna.”

I finish rolling, giving her a few minutes to get comfy, and when I’m fully stretched and feeling slightly more relaxed, I go to my bathroom, where I strip out of my clothes and wrap a towel around my waist. I’ve never gone into my sauna with a towel, but there’s a first time for everything.

Hand clutching the terrycloth, I walk up to the frosted glass door of my sauna and open it only to find Ollie stretched out along one of the benches, a towel under her and a towel barely covering her lengthwise. Instead of it wrapped around her body, she just has it draped over the top of her breasts, leaving her side boob on full display, and then positioned thinly between her legs so I get a great view of her entire side.