Chapter 566: His Bed
Autumn paused at the entrance when she noticed his gaze and gulped. Yes, she knew that he’d already oredered work out clothes for her. A variety of them.. but they were... all too form fitting. She understood his reasoning that they needed to be that way, for optimal movement and performance, but still, she felt self-conscious.
His direct stare had her gulping and she raised the bag in her hand," I will change..."
He was pacified with her agreement and she quickly walked behind the screen and sighed. taking a moment to steady herself, her fingers trembling slightly as she opened the bag and got out of her comfortable clothes.
She pulled out the shorts first, which came to the midline of her thighs and clung like a second skin. And reminded herself that it was as good as a skirt.... in terms of length...
But the top was worse. It was scoop-necked, showing the tops of her full breasts, and had no sleeves at all; it was a tank that left her midriff completely bare. She would never wear something so revealing, not even to the gym. Over the years, she had unconsciously taken to wearing clothes that covered her skin and not reveal so much of it...
She realized that this was normal gym wear. Ang most girls her age wore it. But it made her feel...attractive in a good way instead of feeling exposed. "You can do this," she whispered to her reflection, then stepped out from behind the screen, ready to face him. But that courage did not last for long as she noticed him in his work out shorts and tank.
Nah.. She needed to get back into her usual clothes.. But before she could run away, he turned around and gave her a once over. She waited for that feeling of awkwardness to come over. To feel the ants crawling over her skin, but instead she only felt...hot. And then he snapped," Come on, Autumn. Start stretching. We don’t have all day."
She jerked as if a can of cold water had been poured over her. What was she expecting? Was he suddenly supposed to stop liking men and start liking women? Duh.
The next hour was a torture and not just because he tested the limits of her strength, as he made her train with weights and work hard... It was something entirely unexpected. She was tortured not because she was sweating and exherting but because of him. It was the way he sometimes touched her, on the inside of the knee as he guided her with the weights. Or when he guided her legs to move into a different position. Or his hand gliding up her arm, telling her to keep the weights steady
Finally, the longest hour was over and she sighed. Ready to leave for the day. But her happiness was once again shortlived.
"Not so fast," he said, blocking her path. "We still have some more work to do."