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his Red Sox cap.  Work today would be a bitch but he knew he would feel better after his workout. 
    Grabbing his ear buds, he locked his front d oor.  It was already a hot morning.  The sun was barely up but he felt its fierce rays hitting his bare shoulders.  He set his play list to his usual upbeat music.  His muscles screamed and his head pounded. 
    As he began to stretch, His mind raced with thoughts of Layla and Kevin.   It killed him to see them walk out of the club together last night.  He prayed their departure was innocent.  There was something about that woman that had him all tied in knots.  He had been an asshole.  In the bright light of day, he realized he had no right to her. 
    Grabbing his phone, he shot her a text before he started running.   ‘I am so sorry about last night.  Forgive me?’ 
    He ran his usual three mile route, weaving through a quiet area of town.   His breaths were even.  His feet pounded to the beat of his music.  Sweat ran down his back and he poured the remainder of his water over his head.  The run had done little to help him forget.  He took his front porch steps two at a time and looked at his phone.  There was nothing from Layla.  He would call her later.  This was not over. 
    He showered quickly before heading to the gym.   His anxiety was through the roof when he spotted Kevin doing a training session with one of their regulars.  He took a few deep breaths before approaching him.  He couldn’t blame him.  Layla was gorgeous.  And she certainly was not his property.  If he had any doubts about that, she had reminded him last night. 
    Kevin turned around and laughed when he saw Ryan’s pale face.   “How are you feeling this morning?” 
    “ Well, like a total asshole.  My head is pounding, my mouth is dry as a dessert and my dick needs a hell of a workout.  Glad you asked yet?”  Ryan put his things down in his office and walked back out into the weight room.  Holding his breath, he asked the question burning in his mind.  “How was your night?” 
    “I had a great time.   Thanks for the invite.  Your friends are really cool.  And that Layla,” Kevin whistled.  “She is hot.  I’d like to give that tight ass a work out outside of the gym if she’s game.  I look forward to going out with you guys again.” 
    The front door opened and both men turned.   Ryan’s stomach dropped.  Layla stood in the door, gym bag in hand, and smiled at them.  “Good morning boys.  Ryan, I came to talk to you.  You have a minute?” 
    Ryan shut the door to his office and pulled out the chair for her.   Her eyes were clear and bright.  He wondered how she looked so alert after the night they had.  “I’m glad you came.” 
    Layla blushed.   “I got your text.  I thought maybe you could apologize the right way.” 
    Ryan chuckled.   “You’re right.  I am so sorry.  I am not a jealous person at all.  But something snapped last night.  I wanted to kill Kevin.  I couldn’t stand seeing his hands on you after my hands had been places I can’t stop thinking about.”
    “How do you think I felt?   We had just shared something amazing and you went right to the bar and got close to another woman.”
    Ryan stood and pulled her to her feet.   He wrapped his arms around her and moved her hair behind her ear.  Her long neck was exposed and begged for his mouth.  He kissed a line from behind her ear, down her neck and across her collar bone.  “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.  I am sorry if I made you question that.  I never said I’m not an asshole.  But I would do anything to get you back up against a door.” 
    Layla’s hands ran down his back and stopped at his waist.   Looking into his eyes, she purred as she rubbed her body against his.  “Not good enough.  I think you are going to have to show me how sorry you are.” 
    He moaned and stopped her hand as she reached for his shorts.