Page 117 of Only Fools Rush

I sauntered to where he worked with the resistance bands and crossed my arms over my chest. “You need to rotate your hip more.”

He didn’t even look up as he grunted, “Mind your business.”

I tilted my head to the side. “This is usually my time at the gym. You’re in my business.”

He paused the video and sat back on his thighs, but I could see how his mouth twitched in pain or exertion. It made me want to push him even more. Damn, I was feeling sassy.

“Sorry, is the room not big enough for your massive ego?”

“No.” I shook my head with a grin. “Sorry.”

He scowled but ignored me and went back to the exercise. He really did need to strengthen his range of motion more. Rotating his hip would help while he rebuilt the muscle in his leg. I’d done plenty of therapy exercises over the years after countless injuries.

But my goddamn mouth couldn’t help it. I crouched down next to him. “You should ask Leona about mymassive ego.”

“What is your fucking problem?” he snarled, whirling on me. His blue eyes sparked with rage as his hands clenched into fists at his side.

It was a good question. Whatwaswrong with me? Why did I feel the need to rile him up constantly?

I should have turned around and left right then and there.

Better yet, I should have gone back upstairs to Leona and Ciel, closed the door, and made them both have fun with me. I’d seen the way Ciel’s eyes followed me and Wynn across the room the same way they did to Leona. I knew that look, and I knew all it would take was a little pushing for him to admit he wanted us both, too. I was in the pushing mood. A good person would leave the bodyguard alone. That would have been the right thing to do.

But I’d never said I was a good person.

“Did she tell you about it?”

His eyes narrowed. He knewexactlywhat I was talking about. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Did she tell you how I tied her up?” I played with the tip of the knife, dragging it along my fingertips. “Did she tell you how she screamed in pleasure as I slipped into her pussy from behind?”

He gaped, face tinting red. I bit back a grin. Had I finally broken the bodyguard?

“Did she tell you how many times we made her come?” I whispered. “I think I lost count.”

He snapped. With a shout, he tackled me to the ground, fist slamming into my stomach. I still had the knife in my hand, but I didn’t want toactuallykill him, so I tossed it behind us.

I didn’t fucking care that he was injured and recovering. After landing a punch of his own to my shoulder, I went for it.

I kicked his knee.

I knew I shouldn’t have, but he was so fucking annoying.

He gasped in pain and his momentary hesitation was all I needed to tussle us back over, so I had the advantage on top of his body. He groaned, eyes furrowed together, arms still swinging. I dodged one of his punches, but the other caught me solidly on the jaw. My head jerked back just as my tongue caught the metallic taste of blood.

Fucker split my lip.

I pulled my arm back, ready to slam it into his face.

But what the fuck was I doing?

In my hesitation, he leveraged his foot against my abdomen and flipped me over his shoulder, so my back smacked into the hard ground. All the airwhooshedout of my lungs. I laid there, staring at the ceiling as my chest throbbed. The fight bled out of me.

He scrambled to his feet, staring down at me with heavy breaths.

“I know you try to piss me off on purpose,” he heaved, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm. “But all I see is a sad, jealous asshole. You’re pathetic.”

“Jealous?” I groaned, still trying to catch my breath.