Eric sat up on his weight bench and used a ragged gray towel to wipe the sweat out of his eyes. Good grief, she must think he was a complete i***t. He should have invited her out for a drink, or in for coffee, or something. He lay back down and began another set of presses. The "or something" was the problem though. He hadn't invited her in because he hadn't trusted himself to be alone with her in his house. There were just too many handy horizontal surfaces.
After half an hour of heavy reps on the weight bench, he still had a hard-on just from thinking about Dr. Lori Tremain. For the first time in a couple of weeks, his brain wasn't hashing over the puzzle caused by the WYRM virus. Instead it was intent on developing a plan to get the pretty biologist into bed.
Remembering the kiss they
