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"Some ass, huh?"
Lawson's head snapped around to look at who was speaking just behind his ear in a soft murmur.
She was a good-looking woman, although her short-cropped hair and lack of makeup made her look severe. Her voice was deep.
"What did you say?"
"I saw you looking at her ass," the woman said, accusingly.
Lawson was embarrassed.
"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," he said.
"Oh, you didn't bother me. I think her ass is amazing, too. It's not that large, but you can see that under the Spandex it's perfectly round. Her butt is like two globes that have been pushed together. You'd like to know who she is so you can stick your dick right in between them and fuck her in the ass, but you never will."
"Hold it!" Lawson exclaimed, trying to keep his voice low. "You better stop talking like that before someone hears you. I may have been admiring her beauty, but you're way out of line. It happens I know her, and your remarks are offensive."
He glared at the woman, and she glared back for a few seconds.
"You're lying twice," she finally said with a nasty smile. "You don't know her, and your shorts can't hide what you were really thinking."
Lawson sneaked a look down and saw a slight bulge between his legs His face started to redden. When he looked up, the woman wasn't there anymore. She was across the room talking to the woman they had been discussing.
He saw both women looking at him and quickly turned away. Oh no! Why did I say anything to that crazy woman? What is she telling her? Are they going to make a scene?
He did his next set looking down. When he got up from the machine, he saw the two women were no longer together. Each was working out alone. He rushed through his workouit while trying to stay as far as he could from each of them. As he left the locker room, he made a beeline for the exit and avoided looking at anyone. Once he sat down in his car and closed the door, he breathed a sigh of relief.
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The next day he realized why he had never noticed Willow's body before. She was wearing a nice but loose-fitting flower print dress. It made her look dowdy and much older than she looked at the club. It also hid her abundant breasts, which had been striking in her workout outfit.
She was a fellow employee in a different department and on a different floor, and he wouldn't have known who she was had she not been introduced to him by a friend who was dating her. He couldn't remember where. It might have been in the cafeteria on the first floor or at a company-wide function.
It was quite a while ago, but he remembered thinking at the time that she was one of those women with a beautiful face attached to a dumpy body. How wrong he had been! Maybe she had no fashion sense, or else she just chose clothes that hid her assets.
When she got on the packed elevator, he saw her recognize him. She quickly turned her head away, and he looked at the back of her neck until everyone got off on the ground floor.
Two nights later, he saw her again at the club. The foul-mouthed woman was with her. It looked like they were friends. He stayed away from them, but he saw both of them looking at him a couple of times.
At work, he started seeing Willow more often. After a while it was almost every day, either on the elevator, in the lobby or in the cafeteria. It was too often to be a coincidence. Was she stalking him?
She never spoke to him, either at work or at the club. But her friend did.
Her friend's body was as firm as Willow's, and her breasts were more prominent. She would have drawn as many stares as Willow, except for her mannish haircut and cold expression.
She came up to him as he was getting off the treadmill a couple of weeks after their first encounter and said, "Willow might be willing to have sex with you."
Lawson, already short of breath, gasped and looked around to see if anyone had heard.
"What are you," he whispered, "her pimp?"
"You asshole!" the woman spat out. She quickly walked away.
A couple of days later, he saw the woman as he entered the workout space from the locker room. When she saw him, she walked toward him, but he decided he had had enough. He put his hands in front of him, and several people around them turned and looked.
In a controlled voice, he said, "Please don't come any closer. I'm asking you to give me my personal space because I'm here to work out, and I don't want to talk to anyone. It's nothing personal."
Everyone around them could tell it was personal, especially when they saw her face fill with fury as she turned and walked off.
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The next day, Lawson was sitting in the Starbucks a block from his office sipping his cappuccino and looking at his iPad when someone sat down next to him. He didn't look up, because it got crowded early in the morning before work, and this happened often.
A melodious voice made him raise his face.
"Gina is furious at you."
It was Willow, and her beautiful face was inches from his. She was smiling and seemed friendly, not mad. But his guard went up immediately.
"I'm sorry if your friend is angry, Willow," he said, "but—"
"She's my partner."
Lawson was confused.
"But you were dating Morris," he said.
"What? You're crazy! Oh! That was almsot five years ago, before I came out. You remember me from then?"
