Page 8 of An Alpha's Romance

CHAPTER 5

KEISHA

“It’s been a few days since the gym hottie came in here, any news? Are you going to invite him to the V-day soiree?” April wiggled her eyebrows up and down at Bell.

Keisha laughed as her sister screwed her face up in a “mind your business” pout. The women of the bakery had been going on about the tall handsome blonde since he sauntered his way into Hot Stuff to pick up the specialty order.

The man was huge with muscle on top of muscle. He stood at least six-five with close cropped blonde hair and a lumberjack beard. His blue eyes were bright and clear, and his laugh was contagious.

“I always have a date for the soiree, don’t worry about me.” Bell placed her hands on her hips with a sly grin. “Why are you all up in my Kool-Aid anyway?”

“You know why. If I had a tasty treat after my goodies, I wouldn’t have to be all up in your Kool-Aid. You know I have to live vicariously through your shenanigans,” April responded with a wink.

Both Bell and Keisha laughed. April always pretended she didn’t have juicy stories about her dating life, but all of the women knew the truth. She didn’t have to imagine anyone else’s experiences because April was a freak.

“Actually, he invited me to the gym he works for. He gave me a few passes, so you know what that means!” Bell’s face lit up with glee, but the two other women groaned their unhappiness.

“Sister, you know I love you. And I would do just about anything to help you get a man… but for the love of all the chocolaty treats that I’ve ever made, please don’t make me work-out,” Keisha pleaded with her sister.

There weren’t many places Keisha hated going, but the gym was definitely number one on that short list. At five-three, her stature was petite, but her curves made up for her lack of height. She didn’t have rock hard abs or a tiny waist, but she wasn’t out of shape.

Although Keisha indulged in more sweets than she probably should, she still made sure to eat a mostly healthy diet, and walk a few miles twice a week at the park by her house. Her family had a long history with health related illnesses, and she wanted to be in her best condition to maintain her well-being.

However, going to the gym with all those muscle bound men, and skinny perky women judging her, was not her idea of a good time.

“It’s a new year, don’t you want a new you?” Bell asked with a smile.

“No, no I don’t.” Keisha stated with a straight face while April snickered behind her.

“I don’t necessarily find joy in a gym, but if we can help Bell’s dry spell then I’m down,” April spoke up. “I mean; how often do we get men in here that look like a Greek God?”

“That is true.” Keisha smiled, giving in. She knew she would end up at the gym working out no matter how much she would hate it, just like she knew she’d be at the soiree.

“He does kinda remind you of Thor doesn’t he?” April continued as she salaciously licked her lips.

“Could you stop drooling over my potential ex-husband?” Bell laughed.

“You know; he does remind me of somebody. I just can’t put my finger on who…” Keisha said thoughtfully.

“Well, he’s going to remind me how to get my groove back.” Bell did a little hip thrust and laughed.

“I’m pretty sure nobody has to remind your fast behind how to do that.” Keisha smirked.

“Annnnywaaay.” Bell put her hand in Keisha’s face, but laughed when Keisha slapped it away. “Carson is going to meet us at Get Fit 24 at the new Main Street location this evening, so get your work-out gear together, ladies.”

I guess my ex-husband’s old t-shirt and my jogging pants from college won’t be acceptable work-out attire.Keisha frowned.

“Dang… I need to go shopping then,” Keisha mumbled, but the other ladies heard her.

“Ooooh, we can all go shopping. I can get something hot to impress my new boo.” Bell jumped up and down, clapping like a child.

Okay, that’s settled… I’ll be spending my evening in my own personal hell… the gym!

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Keisha couldn’t say that she was uncomfortable in the spandex Capri pants, and the fitted tank-top. After all, the outfit was made for comfort. But to say she felt all kinds of awkward was an understatement. Obviously the gear fit her, but Keisha wasn’t the type to wear tight clothes.

As the trio made their way to the front desk, Keisha couldn’t help but notice a few stares from both men and women.I knew I should’ve worn my joggers.Keisha nervously pulled down her tank-top. Her old insecurities had started to resurface. She could hear her ex-husband, Dylan’s voice telling her to push away from the table.