“Come on Crystal, one more!” Brendon shouted across the empty gym. It was after hours, and his gym, Marks Fitness, was technically closed. Crystal, was Brendon’s best friend.
“ I’m...ti..tired…” she huffed as she raised her hands over her head, trying to catch her breath.
“Should’ve thought about that when you took a week off of training to party,” Brendon said, shrugging his broad shoulders.
Crystal glared at him. “I was working.”
“ If you can say all of that, you have enough energy to give me one more rep, let’s go!” he barked out.
She rolled her eyes, but walked to the line and took off at a sprint, flying across the hardwood floor. Once she reached the goal, she immediately picked up the heavy ropes, and rapidly lifted and lowered them as if she were guiding the reins of a horse. When he blew his whistle after thirty seconds, she dropped the ropes and sprinted back to where she started.
Brendon walked over to where she stood, chest heaving and sweat dripping down her face. He handed her a towel and bent to grab her water bottle, handing it to her. “Good job, baby girl,” he told her, leaning against the wall in front of her.
Crystal looked at her best friend of ten years. Brendon was six feet of muscular fineness. With toasted almond skin and a muscular physique and a tapered waist courtesy of the four years he played in the NFL as a starting running back for the Chicago Vipers.
Draping the towel around her neck so that the ends covered her suddenly puckered nipples in her sports bra top, Crystal extended her arms out until they rested beside his waist as she stretched her calf muscles.
“You gave any more thought to letting me set you up on a blind date?” she asked as she dropped to the floor, stretching her legs in front of her and bending to touch her toes.
“Why should I let you hook me up with one of your friends? I’ve already met most of them, and I haven’t been impressed,” he said, bending over and placing his hands on her shoulders to push her forward so that her torso lay flat against her thighs encased in black workout leggings.
Crystal closed her eyes, enjoying his hands on her shoulders which were bare due to the black sports bra she had on.
“The friend I want to hook you up with, you haven’t met yet. You’ll like her, if I’m wrong, I’ll let you set me up on a blind date with one of your friends,” she said sitting up, regretting his hands sliding away from her body.
She stood to face him, arching her eyebrow, as she patiently waited for him to respond.
He shook his head. “No way in hell would I hook you up with any of my friends. They only want one thing, and I’d hate to have to beat their ass for treating you like they treat their other women.”
She propped her hands on her waist. “Yet you have the nerve to critique my friends. Whatever...I’ll owe you. Come on B,” she cajoled, walking up to him and batting her eyes at him. He never denied her when she batted her long lashes at him.
And he didn’t deny her this time. “You’ll owe me if I don’t like this date. I’m serious Crys.”
She smiled and gave him an overenthusiastic hug, plastering her sweaty body against his hard, muscular one. He returned her hug, their embrace lasting a touch too long.
Pulling away, she cleared her throat, and smoothed shaky hands down the sides of her legs. “So..um, yeah. Friday night at 7?”
Brendon narrowed his eyes. “That’s tomorrow. How do you know ol girl will be available? Did you already set this up? I swear Crys-”
“I didn’t set it up. I made plans with her, and so I know she’s available. I’ll explain the situation and reschedule with her, while you two go on a date,” she said, looking at him.
He ran a hand over his head, then crossed his arms, legs slightly spread apart. “You already told her about me? I don’t know anything about her. What’s her name?”
Crystal chuckled nervously, shifting from one foot to the other. “I just told her the basics, calm down. Be at Dean’s tomorrow night at 7. I’ll tell her to wear a red dress. You’ll know her when you see her.”
Brendon narrowed his eyes at her, but she smiled back, fluttering her lashes again until he gave in.
“Fine, but you owe me, and I do plan on collecting,” he told her.
She raised an eyebrow, “I thought I owed you if you didn’t like the date,” she said walking over to grab her gym bag with him following.
“I changed the rules. You’ll owe me just for agreeing,” he said once they started walking to his office where he grabbed his own bag. They headed towards the exit, and he locked up the gym.
Crystal shivered as a cool breeze puckered her nipples and goosebumps peppered her skin. When she looked over at Brendon, she noted his attention was focused on her breasts. She cleared her throat and he jerked his gaze up, a slight flush staining his cheeks.
“Tomorrow at 7. I’ll let her know,” she said quietly.
Brendon hesitated, and she wondered if he was going to back out, but then he nodded his head. He walked her to her pearl white Cadillac Escalade, last year’s birthday gift from him.
“Call me when you get home so that I’ll know you made it safely.”
“Will do,” she murmured.
Once she pulled off, she let out a big sigh. Pressing the talk button on her steering wheel, she waited until prompted. “Call Prince Eric,” she said
“Hey girl, what’s up?” a soft feminine voice said.
“Tomorrow night’s a go,” she told her.
“Yes! Okay, lets…”
Crystal listened as she drove home, if tomorrow was going to go well, a lot of planning needed to be done in between now and then.
Brendon walked into Dean’s, heading to the hostess stand. Following the directions Crystal gave him, he told the hostess his name and was immediately taken to his table.
As he neared the table, his steps faltered, and a feeling of familiarity came over him as he watched the lone figure in a red dress, seated with her back to him. The lady’s hair was loosely curled and swept over one shoulder, a long dangling earring brushing her bare honey shoulder.
“Crystal?” he asked, eyes bulging as he rounded the table and faced her.
A smile graced her full lips and she glanced at him with those hazel eyes that never failed to draw his attention to her beautiful face.
“Surprise!” she said, her husky voice drifting over his body and igniting an inferno.
He sat down, dumbfounded. “Wha…”
“March thirtieth...Crystal walked into my gym in a coral sports bra and legging workout set, and my eyes damn near bugged out. She looked good as hell. Ass plump, breasts sitting high...my fantasy come to life. I had to restrain myself from choking the shit out of my assistant manager because he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her ass, but who could blame him? Her ass was a thing of beauty. My attraction to her--”
“Is becoming a problem,” he finished. She’d read an entry from his private journal.
“All this time, why haven’t you said anything?” she asked him quietly.
Brendon sat, taking in the picture she made with the soft lighting from the restaurant giving her skin a beautiful glow. One thought was in his mind...
It’s now or never.
What are your thoughts on Brendon and Crystal? If you didn't know the prompt, would you have been surprised about who he met at Dean's? Have you ever been attracted to your best friend? What did you do? Drop down in the comments and let me know.