“Oh, hello, sexy. Looks like you’re finding it hard to get on the Smith machine, handsome. Why don’t I help you? Looks like you need a little help,” I muttered, my hands slowly tracing his laps, my fingertips brushing just enough to make him tingle.

He flinched hard, yanking one AirPod out. “Are you… talking to me?” he asked, voice low.

Crap. “You didn’t get what I said? Well, whatever… I was just trying to flirt with you.”

I cleared my throat. “But actually, are ...