Peek (the summer page turner)

What is summer without a Jackie Collins type book at the beach? Why, it's just not summer! With that in mind, we attempt to recreate an early chapter from your generic summer page turner. Picture a lusty blond woman on the book jacket (paperback, natch). She's dressed in a power suit that reveals ample cleavage. In bright red scrawl across the cover is the title, Peek.

Chapter Two

The bench was Dee Dee's least favorite piece of gymn equipment to be on. She was always afraid that she would suddenly lose control of the barbell and it would crash down on her injuring her, or worse yet, killing her. Or even worse, disfiguring her ample bosom. It made no sense, this fear, even she knew it, but the thought always crossed her mind when she was doing reps. Maybe one of the weights wasn't secured. Maybe her muscles would be exhausted.

She had a lot of similar fears. Like when she used the microwave on the maid's day off. Often she'd picture the low fat, all vegan TV dinner exploding with such a force that it would knock the door right off the microwave. But even with this fear, she couldn't help peering inside, watching the dinner heat up. Or when she was applying a fresh stick of lipstick or a new compact of powder, she'd worry that somehow in the factory a drop of battery acid had been smuggled in. As she smeared, for instance, the lipstick across her lips, she'd picture the skin bubbling up, blackening, and then falling right off her face as she howled in pain. Still she applied her lipstick. Still she looked through the glass door to see inside the microwave. Still she utilized the bench for presses. Maybe she was drawn to danger?

Right now, Adam started saying she was in danger of wasting her entire workout if she didn't start focusing. Nodding, she looked up and really thought about how attractive Adam was. He had these thin eye brows that she'd love to just run her tongue across. And his hair was this combination of blond and brown. The highlights looked natural. Possibly they were. Dee Dee could always spot an obvious bleach out. And his eyes were almost emerald green, a bit watery perhaps, but . . .

His nose. There was a piece that stuck out where it had obviously been broken. She wondered how many fights he'd been in. He could obviously take care of himself, with those broad shoulders and those massive biceps. Dee Dee liked the way his upper body seemed to be intent on tearing through the t-shirt that he almost wore.

"That's it, focus."

Dee Dee managed to scoot back a little on the bench so that she could sneak a peak at Adam's equipment. She'd heard women talk about him in the sauna, but she'd never felt brazen enough to look before. After all, she was Dee Dee Daniels, that meant she was the one looked at. But lately, Brandon has been sort of stingy with the lovin' and she could only fantasize about Orlando Bloom so much.

Besides Brandon's rants had really started to get on her nerves. Spending too much money? Like she wasn't carrying around a fun fur already? She refused to call it a "faux fur" because she never wanted to give anyone the impression that she was one of those political radicals who think it's a crime to use God's creatures in a way that showed off their natural beauty. She was all about the beauty. And she wore "fun fur" because her husband refused to buy her the real thing. Because he was cheap.

Cheap with his money, cheap with his lovin'. How long had it been?

Too long. And it was then that Dee Dee made a decision.

One little peek shouldn't hurt.

Adam was smiling at her, complimenting her and pushing her. Did he have any idea where her concentration was? She doubted it and as she once again raised the barbell while he spotted her, she glanced up and back. She couldn't believe she had just done that. Did he notice?

In her glance, she saw right up his red silk shorts. If she'd allowed her eyes to linger there what more might she have seen? Maybe she should take another look, a longer look? No, she decided that anything more would be too obvious. Anything more and Adam would surely know she was cheking him out.

And if that happened, no doubt, their professional relationship would be blown. As it worked now, Dee Dee came in, he admired her physique with a more than professional interest, Dee Dee pretended not to notice and they began the work out. If he caught her admiring his body, let alone checking out his groin, there would definitely be a strong shift in the balance of power.

"No way is a peak at his penis worth it," Dee Dee told herself.

No, she much preferred for him to salivate over her body and for him to know that she knew he did. She much preferred to treat him with haughty indifference prior to and after the workout, to dole out her small kindness and leave him hanging. It was a dance, one she choreographed. Let them want you, let them lust for you, and just when they think they'll never have you, give them a sweet grin or a kind word so they start believing there's a possibility of something more all over again. To look now would be to change all of that. Forever. So she wouldn't look.

But damned if she couldn't stop herself. Her mind was saying "Don't look!" but she couldn't listen. She was drawn to examing his crotch by something more than lust, more than curiousity even. The only thing she could think to call it was fear.

"Just like with the damn microwave," she thought.

So she looked. Obviously she looked. And she felt sure she was overly blatant in her looking. As her eyes traveled up his muscular legs into his shorts, she felt sure he knew exactly what she was doing. She could sense him puffing out his chest in pride. Even his crotch seemed to swell a little.

Too late to stop now, so she might as well look. The hairs on his legs seemed to thin out right around the point his shorts began and, contraty to what she'd thought, he wasn't tan all over. Apparently, he sunbathed or went to the tanning beds in short swim trunks. Certainly, not in a thong. As her eyes moved up his legs, she could make out the ghost bathing suit, then the hairs started again, thickening around his white jock. There was a definite bulge and it seemed to move a little. Dee Dee knew she should look away, after all, she'd stopped lifting the weight so she had now gone beyond blatant. And Adam obviously knew what was what. She noted how he seemed to spread his legs a little more in his apparent attempt to give her a better view. As he did so, his crotch came a little closer to her face.

Dee heard herself sigh like an idiot. But so what, maybe she and Adam . . . Before she could finish her thought, she inhaled and that was the deciding factor. She could definitely smell sweat, groin sweat. Maybe he had to work all day as a personal trainer but that didn't mean Adam couldn't hit the showers between clients. Disgust had killed her curiousity.

Almost racking his groin, Dee Dee sat up suddenly and hopped off the bench. Nodding to his now confused face, Dee Dee hurried off to the showers to wash her own sweat off.