The next week turned into pure torture for Amanda. Every evening shift at the gym, Ryan was there, lifting weights, his muscles flexing under the lights. She wore her tightest tops and leggings on purpose — the ones that hugged her heavy breasts and made her big ass look even rounder. She made sure to demonstrate exercises right in front of him, bending over slowly, letting her curves do the talking.
Ryan noticed everything. He started staying later after his workout, helping her put away equipment or spot her during stretches. Their touches lasted longer than they needed to. His rough hand would brush her lower back when he adjusted her form. She would press her body against his arm while showing him a new move. Each small contact sent sparks straight between her legs.
By Wednesday nigh
