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SYNOPSIS:
Alasdair Masters is in a rut. He just hit forty, has been nearly celibate for the past year,
and his life has turned into a daily sequence of lonely patterns that revolve around

His tidy life is turned on its head when a hot young blonde at the gym that’s been pseudo-
stalking him decides to rock his world. A very young blonde. Way, way too young for
him. The problem is, he can’t seem to tell her no, and she just keeps coming back for

It doesn’t help that he’s ninety percent sure she’s a criminal, and still, he can’t seem to
turn her down. What is a dull introvert to do when a chaotic cyclone that oozes sexuality

At first, he thinks she’ll give him a heart attack, but after his twenty-year marriage ended
a year ago, he’s been a little lost, and when she comes crashing into his life, he realizes

Is a walk on the wild side just what he needs to get his on track or a disaster in the
making? Is it possible for someone that much younger to be just what he needs, or is she
a fortune hunter, as everyone keeps telling him? Is it his hormones telling him that the
mysterious younger woman is the one, or could it be more?

AUTHOR PROFILE:
R.K. Lilley lives in Colorado with her husband and their two beautiful sons. She's had a
lot of interesting jobs, from being a first class flight attendant, to being a stablehand, but
swears she never knew what hard work was until she had children. She's been addicted to
both reading and writing fiction since she can remember. She loves to travel, read, hike,
paint, game, watch anime, and make the most of every single day. She is the author of the
erotic romance novels In Flight, Mile High, Grounded, and the novella, Lana.

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Chapter One
I set my two perfectly folded gym towels down on a
chair by the treadmill and got on the machine.

I always brought two.  I wasn’t even sure why.  I was
a creature of habit.  Once I started a pattern, I tended
to stick to it, rain or shine.

Kind of like my marriage.  Of course, that hadn’t
lasted forever, but that hadn’t exactly been my choice.
I punched in my settings and began my warm-up.

I had already done twenty minutes of stretching at
home.  My three-hour daily workout was very precise.
I had a family history chock-full of heart disease,
and so I aggressively fought to stay healthy.  I was
intelligent enough to know that I’d brought the whole
thing to an extreme, but honestly, what else was

I supposed to do with my free time?  I was busy
enough with work, but my work involved a lot of sitting
down and tapping away at a computer, and I felt I had
to counter all of that physical inactivity, somehow.

I’d just had my dreaded fortieth birthday, and I felt
like I was in as good of shape as I’d ever been.  My
waistline wasn’t growing, thanks to my three hours
a day in the gym, and an impeccable diet, and my
muscles were well toned and good sized.  I had
no idea what age I actually looked, but I figured

the liberal salt and pepper at my temples brought
it at least close to forty.  I didn’t really give it much
thought, as I stayed largely to myself, and any time I
was on camera, I went out of my way to avoid seeing
it.



The gym was busy, as it usually was, so my time
there was literally the most social I was in an average
day, and I usually got away with a nod or a good
morning to the receptionist on the way in.
That was it.  The only verbal interaction in my day.

Sometimes I had to talk on the phone for work, and
once, maybe twice a year, I did a few television or
radio interviews.

And that was it.

The scary part was, it was effortless for me.  It had
started with an ugly divorce just over one year ago
and slowly shaped its way into this.  A sad, old man
that could have easily embraced a life as a complete
recluse.

I did still go out of my way to work out at an upscale
gym, instead of just building one in my house.  I had
the room.  I certainly had the money.  I figured it was
only a matter of time before I resorted to that, too.

The strange part of it was, I wasn’t worried about
it because I was lonely.  I was worried because I
wasn’t.  I did miss being with a woman in the literal
sexual sense, but that was about it.  I’d considered
the idea of hiring a prostitute briefly, but even that
seemed like an ordeal.  I detested breaking the law.  It
was so very chaotic.

A familiar figure moved onto the machine next to
me, and I met pale, smiling green eyes in the mirror,
nodded once briefly, then looked back down.  
She was a shapely little blonde woman that had
started sharing my gym hours nine days ago.

Girl, I corrected myself.  She was a girl, way too
young for me to even sneak a long glance at, though
I was only human, and she was wearing next to
nothing, so I’d caught many, many glances.

She probably thought I was dad material, I told
myself, as she started to jog on the machine, her full,
perky breasts bouncing with every smooth step.

She really needed to go shopping for a more
supportive sports bra, I thought to myself, my eyes
catching on her, then darting away, then glancing
again within a few bounces.

She wore only a hot pink sports bra and the tiniest
white Lycra bike shorts I’d ever seen in my life.  Her
abs were toned, waist tiny, her skin smooth in a way
that happened only in the very young.

Way, way too young for you, I reminded myself, my
furtive gaze catching on her lithe hips as she jogged
her sexy little heart out.

My intent stare moved up to her face, and I flushed
to find her watching me watching her.  I looked down
and kept on jogging.

There’d been no censure in her eyes, and so I found
mine wandering back to her face.

She was beautiful.  Not a scrap of makeup on, her
white-blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, and still
she could’ve stopped traffic.  A real bombshell.  None
of it was artificial either, just plain old good genetics at
work.

She was friendly, too.  I wasn’t sure why, but she
usually took the machine next to mine, if it was empty,
though there were lots to choose from.  She always
had a smile for me, too.

Maybe I reminded her of her dad.  Or fuck, her
grandpa.

It didn’t bear thinking about.

I’d never been with a younger woman, let alone one
that much younger.  Hell, she’d probably give me a
heart attack.  I shook off the thought.  A flawless little
thing like that wouldn’t give me a second glance, and I
told myself that was a good thing.

She was likely jailbait, and for a man that’d never
even had a speeding ticket, just the idea of that was
too scandalous to linger on.

Still, my eyes were drawn, time and again, to her
perfect figure jogging hard on that treadmill.  Her legs
were incredible, long and slender, bare from the top of
her thighs to her ankles, and so toned and tan.

I made myself look away and not look back.

I hit the one hour mark on the machine when I saw
her slow and stop out of the corner of my eye.  This
had become a pattern, too.  I did exactly one hour of
cardio, before I hit the weights.  She seemed to be
working a similar routine, and every day I saw her, it
became even more similar.

I almost jumped in surprise when she approached me
directly, standing on the very front of my machine, to
get my attention.

My gaze traveled slowly up, trying not to linger on the
way her breasts rose out of her sports bra’s neckline
as she leaned into my machine.  She was spilling out
of the thing.

She beamed at me.

I swallowed hard, catching the side bar and swinging
first one leg, and then the other, onto the footrests on
the sides, coming to a stop.

I popped out an ear bud, raising my brows in what I
hoped was a look of polite interest.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hey,” I panted back, shutting the treadmill down.

May as well quit, since I’d reached my goal.

She handed me my towel, and I took it, immediately
wiping my brow.  This was a new development, and a
strange one, to be sure.

She held up the second towel, my OCD towel, if you
will.  “I saw that you have two.  I forgot mine.  You
mind if I borrow it?”

I shook my head.  “Go for it.  Glad I could help.”

She smiled again.  Her teeth were gorgeous, straight
and white against her tan skin.  “What’s your name?”
she asked me.

I was caught off guard, and so it took me a few extra
beats to answer awkwardly.  “Alasdair.”

She raised her brows, looking intrigued.  “Nice name.
It has a lot of character.  Do you shorten it at all, or
should I call you that, Alasdair?”

Hearing her say my name made me feel indecent.
Just beastly.  I briefly considered cutting my workout
short.  “Sometimes my friends call me Dair.”

“Dair.  I like that too.  And are you daring, Dair?”

“Not particularly,” I said quickly, my heart pounding.  I
couldn’t quite believe that she was hitting on me, but if
she was, I needed to put a short stop to it.
Way too young, I told myself firmly.

I moved to the weights, and she followed like we were
old friends.  I started doing curls, eyes glued to her as
she grabbed some smaller weights and started doing
dead lifts with a hammer curl.

The sight of that nearly had me slack-jawed.  The
move consisted of her bending down at the waist,
her legs straight, and touching the ground, then
lifting back, her ponytail bouncing, back arched, her
incredible ass sticking out, and bringing her arms into
a curl.

She faced away from me when she did it, giving me
a perfect view.  Her shorts were so thin, her skin so
supple, that it was more perfectly designed to turn me
on than a porno.  And I’d watched plenty of porn.  The
girl was set on giving me a heart attack today.

She kept doing it for the longest time, sending me a
look over her shoulder as she straightened on the last
rep.  She smiled that sweet little smile at me.  “Well,
aren’t you going to ask me?”

I had no idea what she was talking about, but my
mind went very dirty with it.

Could you do that one more time, but pull your shorts
down for this one, so I can fuck your brains out?  I
was pretty positive that wasn’t what she meant.

Can I give you a ride home?  Or maybe a hard ride on
my cock?  Nope, those two were out, too.
Or how about, Want to grab a coffee after this?  That
one was better, but I held my tongue.

“Excuse me?” I asked instead.  The safest bet of all.

“My name.  I know yours now.  Don’t you want to
know mine?”

I smiled politely, sincerely hoping that my raging hard-
on wasn’t too obvious.  I was wearing athletic pants
and a long sweatshirt, so I was probably safe.  “Yes,
of course.  Nice to meet you…”
“Iris.”

My brows shot up.  You didn’t see many girls her age
named Iris.  “Iris?”

Her eyes twinkled at me.  She gave very good eye
contact.  Intense, but good.  “Don’t you like it?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered out.  “It’s a beautiful name.”

“It’s always easy to pick out flowers for me.  My
favorite flower is the same as my name.”

“I’ll make a note of it.”  What the fuck did you say that
for? I asked myself.  Of course I wouldn’t be getting
her flowers.  Totally inappropriate.

She looked pleased as punch.  “You do that.”

She bent down, her back arched like a pinup girl, and
picked up her borrowed towel.  She moved closer,
dabbing at her cleavage with it.

I swallowed hard, my cock throbbing in time to my
accelerated heart rate.

“Upper body today, huh?” she asked.

I was watching her perky tits as she said it, so I
blinked like an idiot.  Her nipples were hard.  I could
see them through that flimsy as hell bra.  “Hmm?”

The towel moved down to her stomach.  She didn’t
look to be sweating much, but she patted herself
down like she was.

I was in a full-on sweat.  I designed it that way.  It
made for a better workout, but just then I wanted to
strip down.

Strip down and pin a naked Iris to the floor.

“You’re working your upper body today.  You
alternate, right?”

“Oh yeah.”

“It’s an intense workout you’ve got going.  You
training for something in particular?”

I shook my head.  “Just trying to stay fit.  What about
you?  You clock in three hours, too, right?”

She shrugged.  “That’s a new thing, though I do enjoy
a good workout.  Just trying to keep things nice and
tight.”

That made my brain short-circuit.  “Things are looking
very tight.”  A perfect fit for my cock, my perverted
mind added.

She came a little closer, almost into my personal
space.  “Thank you.  That’s a big compliment, coming
from a gym regular like you.”

I couldn’t take anymore.  I turned, put the weights
back on the bar, and went into a round of grueling
pushups.

When I rose again, she was a few feet away doing
French press reps, her chest thrust forward.
I turned quickly away, and tried not to so much as
glance at her.