I thought about Gina again. Miss Martinez was a bit of a mystery.
I wanted to see her today, but she fobbed me off. Maybe she was busy, or maybe she was trying to keep a distance between us. There was no point pretending that I didn't want her.
For now, I had to play by Crystal's rules, but she was making it extremely personal. I didn't need to hear about her marriage problems; all I needed to do was screw her. And with my mind on Gina, I didn't even want to do that. I managed to put her off tonight, but it was clear; I had to find a way out of this situation.
I left the office around four after making sure that everything was done for the day. On my way to the gym, Steve called to tell me that he had to cancel our workout, so I went home instead. Winter and Christmas were on the way, and some people already had Christmas lights on the windows.
My headache intensified as soon as I changed into more comfortable clothes. I went to the window and stared at the sea for several minutes.
I sighed loudly and walked to the kitchen and took a painkiller, then grabbed a towel and headed over to the pool.
The swim relaxed me a little, but my dick kept getting semi-hard whenever I thought about Gina Martinez. I didn't want to wait until tomorrow. I wasn't a very patient guy. Besides, I needed to see her on neutral ground.
By the time I was back in the apartment, I was on the phone to Sasha again, asking her about Gina's pole dancing studio. Around six in the evening, I had an address and a new plan. I needed to have her in my bed, taste her over and over. It was the only thing that would stop this foolish notion in my head that she could turn into someone special for me.