Lovely Trigger (50 page)

I’d never been with a younger woman, let alone one that much younger.
 
Hell, she’d probably give me a heart attack.
 
I shook off the thought.
 
A flawless little thing like that wouldn’t give me a second glance, and I told myself that was a good thing.
 

For all I knew, she could have been jailbait.
 
Needless to say, for a man that’d never even had a speeding ticket, even the idea of that was too scandalous to linger on.
 

Still, my eyes were drawn, time and again, to her perfect figure jogging hard on that treadmill.
 
Her legs were incredible, long and slender, bare from the top of her thigh to her ankles, and so toned and tan.
 

I made myself look away and not look back.
 

I hit the one-hour mark on the machine when I saw her slow and stop out of the corner of my eye.
 
This had become a pattern, too.
 
I did exactly one hour of cardio, before I hit the free weights.
 
She seemed to be working a similar routine, and every day I saw her, it became even more similar.
 

I almost jumped in surprise when she approached me directly, standing on the very front of my machine, to get my attention.
 

My eyes traveled slowly up, trying not to linger on the way her breasts rose out of her sports bra’s neckline as she leaned into my machine.
 
She was spilling out of the thing.

She beamed at me.
 

I swallowed hard, catching the side bar and swinging first one leg, and then the other, onto the footrests on the sides, coming to a stop.
 

I popped out an ear bud, raising my brows in what I hoped was a look of polite interest.
 

“Hi,” she said.
 

“Hey,” I panted back, shutting the treadmill down.
 
May as well quit, since I’d reached my goal.
 

She handed me my towel, and I took it, immediately wiping my brow.
 
This was a new development and a strange one, to be sure.
 

She held up the second towel, my OCD towel, if you will.
 
“I saw that you have two.
 
I forgot mine.
 
You mind if I borrow it?”
 

I shook my head.
 
“Go for it.
 
Glad I could help.”
 

She smiled again.
 
Her teeth were gorgeous, straight and white against her tan skin.
 
“What’s your name?” she asked me.
 

I was caught off guard, and so it took me a few extra beats to answer awkwardly.
 
“Alasdair.”
 

She raised her brows, looking intrigued.
 
“Nice name.
 
It has a lot of character.
 
Do you shorten it at all, or should I call you that, Alasdair?”
 

Hearing her say my name made me feel indecent.
 
Just beastly.
 
I briefly considered cutting my workout short.
 
“Sometimes my friends call me Dair.”
 

“Dair.
 
I like that too.
 
And are you daring, Dair?”
 

“Not particularly,” I said quickly, my heart pounding.
 
I couldn’t quite believe that she was hitting on me, but if she was, I needed to put a quick stop to it.
 

Way too young, I told myself firmly.
 

I moved to the weights, and she followed like we were old friends.
 
I started doing curls, eyes glued to her as she grabbed some smaller weights and started doing dead lifts with a hammer curl.

The sight of that nearly had me slack-jawed.
 
The move consisted of her bending down at the waist, her legs straight, and touching the ground, then lifting back, her ponytail bouncing, back arched, her incredible ass sticking out, and bringing her arms into a curl.
 

She faced away from me when she did it, giving me a perfect view.
 
Her shorts were so thin, her skin so supple, that it was more perfectly designed to turn me on than a porno.
 
And I’d watched plenty of porn.
 
The girl was set on giving me a heart attack today.
 

She kept doing it for the longest time, sending me a look over her shoulder as she straightened on the last rep.
 
She smiled that sweet little smile at me.
 
“Well, aren’t you gonna ask me?”
 

I had no idea what she was talking about, but my mind went very dirty with it.
 

Could you do that one more time, but pull your shorts down for this one, so I can fuck your brains out?
 
I was pretty positive that wasn’t what she meant.

Can I give you a ride home?
 
Or maybe a hard ride on my cock?
 
Nope, those two were out, too.
 

Or how about,
Want to grab a coffee after this?
 
That one was better, but I held my tongue.
 

“Excuse me?” I asked instead.
 
The safest bet of all.
 

“My name.
 
I know yours now.
 
Don’t you want to know mine?”
 

I smiled politely, sincerely hoping that my raging hard-on wasn’t too obvious.
 
I was wearing athletic pants and a long sweatshirt, so I was probably safe.
 
“Yes, of course.
 
Nice to meet you…”

“Iris.”

My brows shot up.
 
You didn’t see many girls her age named Iris.
 
“Iris?”
 

Her eyes twinkled at me.
 
She gave very good eye contact.
 
Intense, but good.
 
“Don’t you like it?”
 

“Y-yes,” I stammered out.
 
“It’s a beautiful name.”
 

“It’s always easy to pick out flowers for me.
 
My favorite flower is the same as my name.”
 

“I’ll make a note of it.”
 
What the fuck did you say that for? I asked myself.
 
Of course, I wouldn’t be getting her flowers.
 
Totally inappropriate.
 

She looked pleased as punch.
 
“You do that.”
 

She bent down, her back arched like a pinup girl, and picked up her borrowed towel.
 
She moved closer, dabbing at her cleavage with it.
 

I swallowed hard, my cock throbbing in time to my accelerated heart rate.
 

“Upper body today, huh?” she asked.
 

I was watching her perky tits as she said it, so I blinked like an idiot.
 
Her nipples were hard.
 
I could see them through that flimsy as hell bra.
 
“Hmm?”
 

The towel moved down to her stomach.
 
She didn’t look to be sweating much, but she patted herself down like she was.
 

I was in a full on sweat.
 
I designed it that way.
 
It made for a better workout, but just then I wanted to strip down.
 

Strip down and pin a naked Iris to the floor.
 

“You’re working your upper body today.
 
You alternate, right?”

“Oh yeah.”

“It’s an intense workout you’ve got going.
 
You training for something in particular?”
 

I shook my head.
 
“Just trying to stay fit.
 
What about you?
 
You clock in three hours, too, right?”
 

She shrugged.
 
“That’s a new thing, though I do enjoy a good workout.
 
Just trying to keep things nice and tight.”
 

That made my brain short-circuit.
 
“Things are looking very tight.”
 
A perfect fit for my cock, my perverted mind added.
 

She came a little closer, almost into my personal space.
 
“Thank you.
 
That’s a big compliment, coming from a gym regular like you.”
 

I couldn’t take anymore.
 
I turned, put the weights back on the bar, and went into a round of grueling pushups.
 

When I rose again, she was a few feet away doing French press reps, her chest thrust forward.
 

I turned quickly away, and tried not to so much as glance at her.
 

She kept her distance until I was on the last quarter hour of my routine, making my rounds on the machines.
 

“I bet you have some super special after workout drink you down after these sessions,” she told me as she approached my machine, her tone playful.
 

She got right up in my personal space, her breasts just inches from my face.
 

I looked up at her eyes, mine almost pleading.
 
She had to quit teasing me, whether or not she knew that’s what she was doing.
 

I grunted.
 

“Admit it.
 
You do, don’t you?”
 

My mouth twisted wryly.
 
She even had a good personality.
 
She was a sweet little thing.
 
She didn’t need to be.
 
She could have gotten by on sheer good looks alone.
 
“I have a little something I make.”
 

“It’s a drink, isn’t it?
 
I’d bet good cash you make it with a Vitamix, and it has kale in it.”
 

I coughed out a laugh.
 
“You aren’t wrong.
 
I’m pretty predictable, huh?”
 

She winked at me.
 
Fucking winked.
 
It was adorable, and I needed to get away from her.
 
“You’re a mystery to me.
 
I’m just throwing out guesses, trying to figure you out.”

“Now why would you do that?
 
I have to tell you, I’m about as boring as they come.”
 

She shook her head, her eyes soft.
 
“Not at all.
 
You seem fascinating to me, Dair.”
 

I wasn’t sure why, but that seemed to be my breaking point.
 

I politely excused myself and hit the showers.
 
I was the only one in there, and I did give half a thought to rubbing a quick one off, but I refrained.
 
I’d be home soon enough.
 

I emerged from the showers, clad in a fresh white T-shirt and black athletic shorts, to find Iris still hanging near the weights, still in her workout gear, dabbing at her glistening breasts with
my
towel.

Well, I guess she’ll be keeping that, I thought, giving it one last longing look before I turned on my heel and headed out.
 

I nearly let the door swing shut on her before I realized that she’d followed me, still in her workout gear, duffle bag in tow.
 
I held the door wide for her, a little worried at her beaming smile.
 

“You shower at home?” I asked, then wanted to take it back.
 
I did not need a visual of her showering.
 

“Yeah, usually.
 
Here.”
 
She draped the used towel over my shoulder.
 

My mind went really filthy with the things I’d be doing with it later.
 

“Thanks for that.
 
You just headed home now?”
 

I nodded, looking over at the parking lot, back at the gym, anywhere but at the too young girl that was too much trouble for my peace of mind.
 

“Have a good one,” I murmured, and walked away.
 

“Wait,” she called out from behind me when I was halfway through the parking lot.
 

I stopped.
 
She was just a few feet behind.
 
Either she was following me, or she was walking somewhere.
 
My pearl white model S Tesla was the only car parked this far back.
 

I turned to her, and she was smiling at me, of course.
 

“Do you mind giving me a ride?”

I took a few deep, steadying breaths, wondering what to do.
 

Of course, I needed to give her a ride.
 
If the poor girl needed to walk somewhere, she could hardly do it dressed like that.
 
She’d be abducted, for sure.
 

I wasn’t positive that I wouldn’t abduct her myself.
 

“Sure, honey.
 
Where you need to go?”
 

She pointed at my car, her eyes widening.
 
“Is that your ride?
 
It’s brilliant.
 
Wow.
 
A Tesla.
 
Just beautiful.”

I smiled, impressed that she knew what it was and waved her on.
 

I loved my car, and I got a real kick out of her excited reaction to it.
 
She was good at making me smile.
 

“I’ve never been in one of these before.”
 

“I just got this one about eight months ago.”
 

“Do you like it?”