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He shrugged. “Not really sure, but it should definitely help.”
I shoved out of my chair, hobbling over to him. “Do you have anything that will erase a woman from my memory? Do you have something that will help me stop daydreaming about her, lusting after her, and rushing off to the bathroom every five minutes to jack off?”
His mouth gaped open, then snapped shut. “You know, I really think this is a problem for the boxing ring, which I no longer run.”
“You no longer run anything,” I snapped. “You’re supposed to train us, but instead, you walk around with fucking tea, like that’ll fix everything.”
“Well, it does have many beneficial?—”
He stopped talking when I shoved past him and headed for the training center. Luckily, Nick was there, working the bag. “Yo, Tate!”
He turned to me, stopping the bag with one hand as he jerked his head. “What’s up?”
“You need a sparring partner?”
“Sure. You sure you’re up for it?”
“Because I have a bum leg? Yeah, I think I can handle it.”
I had so much testosterone running through me right now, there wasn’t a damn thing anyone could do to stop me from beating the shit out of whoever got in that ring with me. It was the release I needed. Well, besides from my dick.
He walked over, tossing the tape to me. I quickly wrapped my hands, doing a worse job than if someone wrapped them for me, but I didn’t give a shit. I would do bare-knuckle boxing right now just to feel something other than the desperate longing for a certain woman.
“What’s going on?” Nick asked, staring at me like I was slightly unhinged.
I wasn’t going to say anything, but I was desperate for answers—or at the very least, understanding. “Have you ever had a dream that you felt was so real that you weren’t sure if it happened or not?”
“All the fucking time. Mostly from my time in the military.”
“No, I mean…” Fuck, this was hard. “I mean, about a woman.”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Um…can’t say I have, but I’ve never really met a woman I wanted that much. Is this about Laura?”
“Why the fuck does everyone know about her?” I grumbled, loosening up.
“Um…I could be wrong on this, but I’m guessing it has something to do with the fact that you space out all the time, you dropped your pants in a meeting to show us your blue balls, and the only words out of your mouth are…Last night, with Laura…”
I glared at him, wishing my eyes were laser beams and I could tear him to shreds. “Okay, so what if I talk about her a little.”
He chuckled in amusement. “It’s a lot more than a little. Look, I don’t know you that well, but from what I can tell, you desperately want this woman, so make a move.”
“I can’t,” I sighed. “She doesn’t want me like that.”
“Then why the fuck is she sleeping in your bed?”
“Because her house was practically torn to the ground. Would you have me send her out to find some homeless man to snuggle up next to?”
A knowing grin crossed his lips as he dropped his arms. “Ah, so this isn’t so much about her not being in your bed, but who she might end up with if you let her go.”
“Shut up,” I snapped. Why the hell did he have to be so fucking intuitive? “You know, it’s people like you that give men a bad name.”
“People like me, meaning men that have enough common sense to know that you can’t fucking sleep with a woman you want to fuck, but you also can’t let her find another warm body?”
“I just don’t know what to do. I basically drugged myself the whole fucking weekend so I wouldn’t have to feel her body against mine.”
The laughter in his eyes was enough to make me take the first swing, and I fucking missed as he easily sidestepped me. Okay, maybe boxing when I had this much testosterone in me was a bad thing. I was way too amped up.
“That’s fucking pathetic, man. You took drugs to keep from fucking her? What the fuck is wrong with you?”