Maxim's movement paused as he glanced ahead. What came to his view first was a pair of smooth fair legs. As his gaze trailed higher and higher, he noticed the black shirt that reached her lower thighs, making her skin look slightly paler.
Diana was standing at the entrance of the gym with her hair tied in a messy bun, her face was free of any makeup. His gaze trailed lower to her exposed collarbone and a little lower where he could tell with one glance that she was not wearing a damn thing under that fucking black shirt that highlighted her taut nipples, taunting his useless workout session.
Maxim lost his composure and in a moment of distraction, his arms lost strength. He almost ended up dropping on the floor if not for his fast instincts.
''Are you fine?'' Diana grabbed the towel from the treadmill and approached him as Maxim pushed himself to his feet.
''I doubt…'' he mumbled under his breath, lowering himself to her height.
