She walked past Sam and started toward the front.
Sam stopped her. “Ah, you might want to take this.” She held out the plate.
She ignored Sam’s knowing smirk, snatched the plate covered in plastic wrap and strode off. Khalil was standing with his back to her and talking on his cell when she approached and Lexia took a moment to study his slim build. He stood over six feet and gave new meaning to fine and sexy. If she had to guess by his attire, she would say he was some kind of fitness buff. Once again, he wore a pair of athletic pants, which accentuated a firm muscular butt that made her want to find out if it was as hard as it looked. She chastised herself for the errant thought and promptly shoved it aside. As if sensing her presence, he turned and smiled. Her pulse skipped. Heart-stopping was the only way to describe it. And those eyes. If she had any sense, she’d drop the plate on a table and get as far away from this man as fast as possible.
“I’ll call you back,” she heard him say. He stuck the phone in his pocket. “How are you, Lexia?”
“Fine.” She handed him the plate. “S—”
“Lexi figured you’d be in and saved you an extra-large piece,” Sam said as she breezed by carrying full plates, earning a scowl from Lexia.
Lexia wanted to strangle Sam. Sam knew good and well she had cut that piece herself.
Khalil’s smile widened. “Thanks for looking out for me. How did you know I’d be here today?”
“I didn’t.” No way would she tell him she’d spotted him earlier as he rushed toward the elevator. “Well, enjoy your food.”
“Aren’t you going to join me?”
“I hadn’t planned to. I have a lot of work to do.”
He cupped her elbow and steered her toward a booth at the far end. “I’m sure Sam won’t mind if you keep me company for a few minutes. After all you are the boss.”
The warmth of his touch ignited a fluttering sensation in her stomach. To keep from melting in a puddle, Lexia quickly slid into the booth.
Khalil set the plate down. “I’ll be right back.”
She watched his sexy swagger as he headed back to the counter and knew, instinctively, that he’d gone back for tea. That walk should be outlawed! She could just imagine him strutting down a runway. She frowned when he came toward her with two cups.
“Chamomile with honey and lemon for you and, of course, decaf vanilla chai for me.” He took a seat across from her and pushed the cup her way.
Lexia sent a lethal glare Sam’s way. The traitor. “Thanks,” she murmured.
“So how long have you been a chef?” he asked, starting in on his food.
“Eight years, but I’ve been cooking since I was a teen.” She had fond memories of Mr. Wall letting her help in the kitchen of his small diner. Just as quickly, another thought stirred up the anger and hurt she had worked so hard to forget. Not wanting to dwell on the unpleasantness, she took a sip of her tea and changed the subject. “What about you? Do you work here in the building?”
Khalil finished chewing. “Lately, it’s starting to feel like I work here, but no, I don’t. Our family-owned home safety company is located on the sixth floor and I attend some of the meetings. I’m actually in fitness.”
“I figured it was something like that by the way you’re always dressed. Are you some kind of personal trainer?”
“Yes, among other things.” He leaned forward and locked his gaze with hers. “Are you looking for some personal training?”
A vision of his hands on her demonstrating some exercise technique flashed in her mind. Lexia choked on her tea. She hastily set the cup down with a thud.
“Are you okay?”
When he started to stand, she held up a hand. “I’m fine,” she croaked. “It just went down the wrong pipe.” She cleared her throat, took a careful sip and swallowed without incident. “See. Fine.”
Khalil studied Lexia for a moment, and then nodded. They fell silent. “You didn’t answer my question.”
She had hoped he’d forgotten. “No. Although I probably should work out more consistently, my schedule doesn’t allow for a gym membership right now. Where do you work?”
“Maximum Burn in Fox Hills.”
Great. Less than ten minutes from my condo. “I’ve heard of it.”
“Anytime you want to come by, let me know.”
“Um...I heard it’s pretty pricey.”
He waved her off. “We offer plans to fit every budget. I don’t want money to be an obstacle for anyone looking to maintain or start a healthy lifestyle. But you don’t have to be concerned about money. For you, the cost is free.”
Lexia narrowed her eyes. “What’s the catch?”
Khalil laughed. “No catch. Well, maybe a small one.”
“I knew it.”
He reached for her hand. “A date. Next Tuesday morning, you and me, right here in this booth, ten thirty.”
She should have known better than to ask. From the moment they had met, he’d made his interest clear. “I don’t—”
“It’s a win-win for both of us. I get to spend more time with a beautiful lady and you get three free personal training sessions. And before you say you don’t have time to go to the gym, I’ll design a program for you that can easily be done at home with just a few simple and inexpensive pieces of equipment. So what do you say?”
He unleashed that mesmerizing smile on her and Lexia heard herself agreeing.
“Great. It’s a date. You can let me know next time what your fitness goals are and when you’d like to start your sessions.”
She made a move to stand and he was up and around to her side with his hand extended in a flash. She tentatively placed her hand in his and he helped her to her feet. “Thanks.”
Once again, he brought her hand to his lips. “Until next week, Lexia.” He smiled, winked and strolled out.
What in the world have I gotten myself into?
Monday evening, Lexia leaned against the kitchen counter trying to decide which recipe to use for the cooking demonstration next month. With summer fast approaching, people would most likely be looking for something a little healthier. Her mind automatically shifted to Khalil and his personal training offer. If her body reacted just from him simply holding her hand, no way could she handle a session with him standing so close, his hands roaming over her arms, sliding down her torso and hips, around to her... She abruptly halted her lustful thoughts. “Get a grip, girl,” she muttered. “Recipes...that’s all
