Sexy Gym Owner Lady - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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My back arched as I tilted my head back, fingers digging into Troy's neck. Every nerve in my body buzzed with raw desire.
Then the showerhead cut off—icy water shocking my system awake.
Reality came crashing back. My palm connected with his cheek before my elbow found his gut. I shoved him away hard.
For one reckless moment, I'd surrendered to primal need. But that predatory gleam in his eyes? Instant sobering reality check.
As if some nobody could ever measure up to me.
Smoothing my clothes, I strode from the shower room without a second glance.
The elevator doors sealed behind me. At the lobby, I jammed the gym floor button again.
Those surveillance tapes were non-negotiable. If Vincent caught wind of this? Catastrophic didn't begin to cover it.
The reception desk sat empty when I returned. Perfect—I'd pull the footage myself from the office.
As the owner's wife, reviewing security logs was well within my rights.
The office door stood slightly open. Through the window, I spotted Troy's broad back as he murmured into his phone.
I raised my hand to knock—then froze at his words.
"—didn't bite. Actually slapped me." My hand hung suspended.
I pressed closer, ears straining.
"She didn't drink it. Bianca offered tea twice, but she only touched her own bottle."
So those "friendly" teas from reception had been spiked. Normally I might've accepted, but with my cycle due, I'd been avoiding anything that might trigger cramps—no caffeine, no cold drinks.
Who the hell was he reporting to?
Fumbling for my phone, I hit record—too late. The call was ending. Damn it.
"Yeah, copy that. Later."
I shoved the door open and crossed my arms. "Care to explain? Caught every word."
Troy went statue-still. "H-heard what?"
"Cut the crap," I snapped. "Who's pulling your strings? What's their play?"
He shifted foot to foot, fingers raking through damp hair. "If I talk... what's in it for me?"
"Thirty grand," I said flatly. When his eyes lit up like slot machines, I added, "Talk now or get nothing when I dig this up myself."
His throat worked. "Okay, okay. Check this out." He spun his phone toward me. "Recognize this caller ID? It's your husband's."
Then the showerhead cut off—icy water shocking my system awake.
Reality came crashing back. My palm connected with his cheek before my elbow found his gut. I shoved him away hard.
For one reckless moment, I'd surrendered to primal need. But that predatory gleam in his eyes? Instant sobering reality check.
As if some nobody could ever measure up to me.
Smoothing my clothes, I strode from the shower room without a second glance.
The elevator doors sealed behind me. At the lobby, I jammed the gym floor button again.
Those surveillance tapes were non-negotiable. If Vincent caught wind of this? Catastrophic didn't begin to cover it.
The reception desk sat empty when I returned. Perfect—I'd pull the footage myself from the office.
As the owner's wife, reviewing security logs was well within my rights.
The office door stood slightly open. Through the window, I spotted Troy's broad back as he murmured into his phone.
I raised my hand to knock—then froze at his words.
"—didn't bite. Actually slapped me." My hand hung suspended.
I pressed closer, ears straining.
"She didn't drink it. Bianca offered tea twice, but she only touched her own bottle."
So those "friendly" teas from reception had been spiked. Normally I might've accepted, but with my cycle due, I'd been avoiding anything that might trigger cramps—no caffeine, no cold drinks.
Who the hell was he reporting to?
Fumbling for my phone, I hit record—too late. The call was ending. Damn it.
"Yeah, copy that. Later."
I shoved the door open and crossed my arms. "Care to explain? Caught every word."
Troy went statue-still. "H-heard what?"
"Cut the crap," I snapped. "Who's pulling your strings? What's their play?"
He shifted foot to foot, fingers raking through damp hair. "If I talk... what's in it for me?"
"Thirty grand," I said flatly. When his eyes lit up like slot machines, I added, "Talk now or get nothing when I dig this up myself."
His throat worked. "Okay, okay. Check this out." He spun his phone toward me. "Recognize this caller ID? It's your husband's."
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