by S. H. Kolee
"I hope he doesn't get in trouble," I said, worried. "I'm sure it's not looked highly upon to clear your schedule for just one person. Especially for someone who's not even paying for a training session."
"Oh, don't worry about it," Allison said airily as she leaned closer to the mirror to reapply lipstick. "Jackson is such a popular trainer that he brings hordes of clients in. The owner's just happy to have him on staff."
"I guess that's okay then." I was relieved because I didn't want to cause Jackson any grief in his job. I knew that he was a struggling actor and this was probably his main source of income.
"See you later," I said, packing up my things and heading out of the bathroom.
"Have fun!" Allison said enthusiastically, not looking at me as she concentrated on applying mascara.
I couldn't help feeling a tingle of excitement when I saw Jackson waiting for me in the lobby. He had changed into jeans and a blue button-down shirt that was untucked and cuffed at the sleeves. He looked casual and delicious, and it thrilled me to no end that this hunk of a man was waiting for me.
Jackson grinned as he caught sight of me. He reached down and rubbed the fabric of my sheer skirt between his fingertips.
"I like this."
"Thanks."
Jackson looked up and smiled. "My imagination is getting the better of me."
I looked at him with mock sternness. "Dinner, remember?"
"Oh, I remember," he replied, letting go of my skirt and grabbing my hand. "Let's go."