The gym was quiet that day. Those who were already using some of the machines paused their routine, those who were taking off or putting on their sweatshirts stopped, and the instructors who were just getting ready for their shift change stayed put, just like everyone else, watching the woman who swayed through their gym.
It wasn't unusual to see a stunning, tall woman with the elegance of royalty in a gym. What was unusual was to see a young woman, dressed in office attire, with the elegance of a lady, walking with the sway of a supermodel, as if the place belonged to her, and clearly looking for someone.
Her heels echoed on the floor, announcing her presence, helping her to be more than noticeable, although she herself, like all women of high value, was indifferent to those curious glances.
The office worker barely returned the gaze, unable to decide on anyone, and in her stress, they all looked like her girls to her. And she didn't want to think about any of them right now. She just wanted something different, some gym rat capable of taking her stress and willing to bear her burden for at least three hours.
Just like that, the lady brought her hand to her head, adjusting her headdress while, perhaps by accident, she caught a glimpse of the right build she longed for.
He looked like a boy, a very cute one and, of course, muscular.
Leaning over to get a better look at this individual, the brunette scanned his entire body from behind and, swallowing hard, moved a little closer. Slow, mechanical steps, admiring the back of her target. Cautiously, she chose some cymbals next to him to tap with her fingers, like someone knocking on a door, to get his attention.
"Excuse me, kid," she asked with the subtlety of a thief. "Would you mind lending me a little of your time?"
