The Arrangement (unenhanced Edition) by AnnaRCase (good novels to read TXT) 📕

Chapter 56- Mission fuckin’ accomplished.

Amberleigh decided to clean up as much of the evidence as she could, burying the empty wrappers down in the waste bin, and scrubbing the traces of blood off the pristine marble floor. She even went as far to flush the bloody gauze down the toilet bowl in the bathroom attached to the gym.

Grayson limped over to the weight bench, carrying his ice pack with him. She watched him slide some weights onto each end of the dumbbell.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m finishing my workout. I thought it obvious by my current position.”

“Don’t you think you should get some rest?”

Grayson picked up the ice pack off the bench and positioned himself under the weights. She couldn’t help but laugh as he decided to just slide the ice pack down inside his shorts to rest atop his crotch. She was debating offering to massage it for him. It only seemed fair after all given the circumstances. And a massage with her tongue certainly wasn’t off the table either.

“I’ll get some rest when I’m finished here. Besides you won’t tell Leo about this. And I’m not a child to be ordered around Miss Dubois. You work for me.”

She sauntered over to the weight bench as Grayson reached up and gripped the weight bar. He had her there on all counts, but like hell was she going to admit it. And to think they’d actually shared a moment or two there. Now he was back to pompous a-hole.

 She crossed her arms over her sweat encrusted shirt. Too bad her sports bra wasn’t doing much for at the moment, save giving her that uni- boob look, but thank god her deodorant was coming through like a fuckin champ.

“What makes you so sure I won’t tell Leo?” she posed.

“Because you would have to implicate yourself Miss Dubois. And how your carelessness got me injured.”

For someone seemingly go concerned about safety, the billionaire was lifting weights without a spotter. She couldn’t help but watch several repetitions of his delicious biceps up and down. At least now he showed a bit of strain and did something usually beneath him like sweat. He had pretty impressive guns, but then again so did Leo. Who had the biggest cock was still up for debate, but Leo had bigger biceps for sure. But Grayson’s were also pretty nice to look at.

She placed herself at the head of the weight bench and peered down at him. She liked this view, looking down on the Godwin.

“For someone so concerned about safety, you surely need a spotter sir.”

                “You’re just liable to injure yourself Miss Dubois,” he argued.

                “Oh don’t count me down and out just yet. I can do more than meets the eye Mr. Godwin. So you and Leo were at separate schools for a while I take it? While you went to your acting school?”

Grayson looked at her like the idea of her spotting him was absurd, but she stood her ground, peering down at him with a smug grin. He continued pumping the iron, and he certainly didn’t have to answer her questions anymore. She’d lost her leverage when he went sailing off the end of the treadmill.

“Actually, Leo attended with me. Told admissions, he was an aspiring rapper and his parents made a generous donation to the school.”

She laughed. She’d heard Leo rapping. It was a sweet story though, showed how close the friends were. Had there ever been something more between them? Had they experimented with each other? She pushed images of them naked in bed together from her mind.

“Were you and your brother Adam close?” she asked, pressing her luck even farther.

He grunted, but from the weights or her question, she couldn’t tell.

“People mistook us for twins when we we’re younger. But that was a long time ago.”

She could see it on Grayson’s face he was shutting down, she was losing him. Well this certainly wouldn’t do. Time to switch gears and focus here. Get back to her main objective. She leaned back from the bar just a bit to give him a nice view up her shirt as she fanned her sweaty torso.

“Is it hot in here or is it just me?” she asked.

She gave him no time to answer as she slowly slipped her shirt over her head. She wiped the fabric across her neck, then languidly across her breasts, down her toned stomach. Finally, she dropped the fabric on the floor. It wasn’t her imagination that the sweaty man lying on the bench beneath her had placed his weights back up on the bar with a grunt and ragged breathes.

He said nothing as he sat up on the bench. But he also made no move to get up, so she decided to have some fun with this. She bit her lip, making sure he could see her in the glass, as she walked over to a wall with various gym equipment, which happened to also be near the water cooler. She didn’t even have to look up in the glass to know his eyes were still tracking her every move.

She bent over and stuck her ass out farther than necessary to pour herself some water in that cone shaped cup. But it wasn’t to her lips she placed the water, put rather she poured it slowly down over the contours of her breasts, a trail then making its way down her bare stomach. Her nipples immediately responded to the cold caress, hardening at its first touch.

She heard Grayson shift on the bench. He had to be thirsty after his workout. With one hand she palmed a jump rope down off the wall, and the other she brought the billionaire some water. He had gone mute it seemed, but he still took the water from her. Even with the ice on his cock, it wasn’t enough to stop the swelling. There was no denying the noticeable expansion happening in his mesh shorts.

But like hell was Amberleigh done yet. Oh no, she was a true professional after all. It was high time the pretty boy got all high and bothered. Then she’d leave him high and dry like he’d done to her so many nights in her room. It was cruel really, but she wasn’t sorry. As soon as she said period, the mood would be killed. But for now, she decided to pull out her final act of the night.