Unsuitable
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He moves back, smiling, like he’s fully aware of what he does to me.
“I’ll take you out straight after work. Bring some gym clothes and comfortable shoes with you.”
“You’re taking me to a gym on our first date?” I squint.
I mean, I like to run and keep fit, but sweating in a gym, in front of Kas, is not my idea of a fun first date.
“No.” He laughs softly. “I said, bring gym clothes, not that I was taking you to the gym.”
“Okay. So, where are you taking me then?”
He leans in and brushes his lips over mine, making me shiver. “You’ll find out tomorrow,” he whispers.
Then, he releases me and walks around the island. Picking his coffee up, he walks out of the kitchen.
I’m going on a date with Kas.
Oh my God…I’m going on a date with Kas!
Twenty-Six
Superhumans.
This is what the sign reads on the building where Kas is pulling into the car park.
“We’re here.” He turns off the engine and takes the key out of the ignition.
We’re in Brixton. I’m not sure whereabouts exactly, but aside from this nondescript building and a few factories we just passed, there’s nothing here.
“And where is here?”
His lips shift up into a panty-melting smile. “You’ll see in a few minutes.” Then, he opens his door and climbs out.
Following suit, I hang my bag on my shoulder and exit the car.
Kas has been in a really good mood the whole way here. I’m not complaining; it’s just not something I’m used to. But I really could get used to it.
He comes around the car. His tall, strong body is agile as he moves closer to me. He moves so quietly, considering the size and strength of him. Almost catlike. It’s almost as if Kas walks on different air than the rest of us.
He’s wearing black trackpants, a black T-shirt, and white trainers. He looks really hot.
So much hotter than me. I’m in yoga pants, my favorite pink running tank top, and my trainers. My hair is tied back into a ponytail. I have a little makeup on—mascara, blush, and gloss on my lips, which I quickly applied before we left the house to come here.
Stopping in front of me, Kas tucks some stray strands of my hair behind my ear. His fingers skim over my cheek, making me shiver.
He smiles as he takes ahold of my hand, lacing his fingers with mine, and starts to lead me over to Superhumans.
Butterflies start to riot in my tummy. Crazy how one small act can make such a big impact.
Kas opens the door, holding it for me to go through.
We walk up to the reception counter. The guy behind the counter looks up at our approach. I’d say he’s in his mid-thirties. He’s combated a receding hairline by shaving his hair off.
He grins when he sees Kas. “Hey, man, how are you doing?” he greets with enthusiasm.
Kas lets go of my hand as the guy stands and leans over the counter. They do that manly handshake thing that guys do.
“Yeah, I’m good. How are things with you?” Kas asks him.
“Ah, you know, life is always bright.” He smiles.
I watch with interest. I’ve never seen Kas interact with people in this way before.
And, by that, I mean, friendly.
“Alex, this is Daisy. Daisy, Alex,” Kas introduces us.
Kas steps back to me, and he takes ahold of my hand.
I see Alex’s eyes go to our joined hands.
He grins, lifting his eyes to me. “Nice to meet you, Daisy.”
“Likewise.” I smile, suddenly feeling conscious.
“So, are you here for business or pleasure today?” Alex asks Kas.
Kas does business here?
“Pleasure,” Kas answers.
“Cool. Well, let me buzz you in.” Alex presses a button behind the desk, and a door buzzes.
Kas holds the door open, letting me through first.
“Have a good session,” Alex calls after us.
Session? Where the hell has Kas brought me?
I’m standing in a hallway. The first thing I notice is the music that’s playing. It’s dance music, like what you’d here in a club. And it’s loud.
Kas grabs my hand again and leads me down the short hallway.
On my right, I see a door marked Men’s Changing Room. The next door along is marked for the ladies’ changing area.
Kas pushes through the double doors at the end of the hallway, and then I find myself in…well, I’m not really sure what it is.
It’s a huge room.
And it’s filled with people doing what I can only describe as something like gymnastics.
The far back wall is covered with this amazing graffiti. To my right is an elevated area, and above that is a mezzanine-style balcony that runs right around the room. To the side of the mezzanine is a climbing wall. Directly above the elevated area, hanging from the ceiling, are gymnastic rings. Beneath the stage is a pit filled with cubes of blue foam. It reminds me of those ball pools at children’s play centers.
Directly in front of me is an area with a wooden floor, a ramp running down the side of it, and a mirror covering the whole of the left side. Above it is scaffolding suspended from the ceiling. Beyond the wooden floor is safety flooring, and to the right of that is a trampoline set up with a safety net. There’s also some wooden fixtures set over to the left of the safety flooring that remind me a lot of pommel horses.
“So…what do you think?” Kas’s voice comes from beside me. He sounds a little unsure, as if he’s nervous and anticipating my response.