Chapter 4 – Jasper #2
“Let’s warm up first,” I say over to him, “and then we can move over to some weight training.”
For the next thirty minutes I go through warm ups and some other exercises. Otis takes my directions so well, which doesn’t help my mental state. I keep getting these thoughts of how he would answer me. I think all he would need to say is ‘yes sir’ and I would be lost.
“Right, next some weights,” I say over to Otis.
“Cool,” Otis replies. “Have you been a personal trainer for long?”
Please, no personal questions. I need to keep you at a distance.
“I’ve been training for a while but I was in another line of work,” I explained.
“Really, doing what?”
“Let’s concentrate on your workout, shall we?” I say, trying not to sound like a complete prick.
“Yeah, I suppose it’s not good to lose concentration,” Otis replies.
All I have done is lose concentration since you walked into this room looking like the sexy adonis you are.
Thankfully I manage to keep these words inside my mind and not blurt them out, because that would be awkward.
Instead, I count out loud with every rep of the weights that Otis does, all the while keeping an eye on the time.
Finally, the session is over, and Otis is working on his cool down routine.
Soon my torture will be over, and I will no longer have to look at the t-shirt that has gone almost see through from sweating.
I can clearly see Otis’s defined pecs, nipples sticking out that would look glorious under clamps.
No!
I need to stop my mind from going there. Otis tied to my bed. Silent. Wanting. Oh, the pleasure this man could give me. But it’s not going to happen. Maybe I need to get some distance from Otis till the start of the season. If I talk to David and Richard and explain, maybe they can help me.
“So, what was the other work you did?” Otis asks, and when I look up, I see that he’s moved to one of the weight benches and is sitting down.
Shit. If I kick him out, that is just going to make me look like a dick, and no matter what fantasies I have, I still need to work with this man.
But then a thought hits me. Maybe the answer to all my problems is to get Otis to stay away from me.
He doesn’t need to know about my lifestyle choice but he can know about my work.
“I used to work for my sister,” I start.
“Isn’t there some unwritten rule that says you shouldn’t work with family, children or animals?”
“Yes.” And I can’t help but smile at his joke. “But my sister helped me out.”
“How come?” Otis asked, and he looks genuinely interested. Shit. He really is a nice guy.
“I was in debt and it was getting worse. My sister offered me a position in her work to help me get out of it, and it turned into more.”
“Sounds like a really nice sister.”
“Kimber is the best.” Because she really is. “My parents and I don’t really see eye to eye. They can’t get past the fact that I’m gay. Kimber tries every time she sees them, and maybe one day, but at the moment we keep our distance.”
“Oh Jasper, I’m sorry, that sucks,” Otis replies. “I’m not sure what I would do without my mom. I lost my dad a few years ago.”
It takes everything in my power not to go over and hug Otis when he says the last part, his voice breaking. It’s clear that he’s still hurting. But grief isn’t something that leaves you, it just becomes something that you are able to cope with better each day.
“Anyway. What line of work is your sister in? I can’t see you sitting behind a desk all day,” Otis asks, changing the subject.
“I should probably get you to sign one of her NDAs…” I start.
“NDA?” Otis questions, looking confused.
“This doesn’t leave this room. The only other people that know this information are David, Richard, Lars and Vincent, and they only know because of how close my friendship is with David.”
“You know that you’re sounding like she works for MI6. She isn’t some kind of spy?”
“No.” Laughing at his thought. “Kimber owns a high-end brothel.”
“What?” Otis exclaims.
“Yeah. It’s very classy,” I reply.
“What did you do there?” Otis’s voice has taken on a slight edge, but not as much as I thought.
“As you said, you didn’t see me working behind a desk,” I reply.
“You had sex for money?” Otis asks, and yet his voice is just full of surprise.
“I did, yes, but not always. You probably think less of me right now,” I say, mentally crossing my fingers.
“Not at all,” Otis replies, and when I look over to him I see that he’s being truthful.
“Can I ask why?”
“Prostitution is probably the oldest occupation there is. It’s been done for hundreds of years.
It sounds like Kimber set up an establishment that looked after clients, especially if there are NDAs.
The UK is backwards in how we deal with the sex industry.
We need to come into the twenty-first century.
Make it legal and safe for those workers. ”
“That is very unusual thinking.”
“There aren’t many who think like me. But there you go.” Otis shrugs like everything he just said hadn’t rocked my world.
“You really don’t think less of me?”
“Did you enjoy it?” Otis questions back.
“Yeah, I met some lovely people. It cleared my debt and then some,” I explain.
“There you go. I’m guessing you’re not doing it now. I can’t see Vincent signing off on that sideline.”
“I wanted to. But when the photo got leaked last year, Kimber decided that I was too much of a risk for the business. I was too well known. Even with the ironclad NDA she has, she wasn’t prepared to take the risk.”
This conversation hadn't gone as I planned. Otis was supposed to be running out of here, not wanting to spend time with someone who sold their body, and yet he hasn’t moved. He has stayed on the weight bench looking over at me, and I have no idea what to make of him.
“Sounds like Kimber had the right idea. But God your demand must have gone through the roof,” Otis says with a chuckle. “Imagine knowing you slept with someone from the greatest F1 team around.”
Slept with. Otis said slept with. Didn’t say sex.
He actually made it sound respectable. He really doesn’t care.
Which screws me even more. Just when I thought that this man couldn’t get even hotter, he proves me wrong.
Marcus was right, he is a good one, which leaves me up a creek without a fucking paddle.
“If that was the case, Kimber never mentioned it,” I add.
“I’d like to meet her,” Otis suddenly says.
“Kimber?”
“Yeah, she sounds so cool.”
At his words I burst out laughing, and Otis raises an eyebrow in confusion, and it takes me a few minutes to compose myself again.
“Sorry, not sure I have ever heard Kimber described as cool,” I tell him. “But anyway, if you can keep it to yourself. Not even Marcus knows. It’s not something I tell everyone.”
“Really?” Otis replies, and the smile on his face on hearing this makes my heart skip a beat.
“Yeah, but look we better get going. Good workout. Daniel’s done a good job with your training.”
I go to walk past him and just as I reach the bench, Otis stands up and grabs hold of my arm. Electric sparks shoot up my arms at the contact.
“Do you really need to go?” Otis whispers.
For the first time, I notice that I’m about the same height as Otis. His hair is chestnut brown but looks to have streaks of hazelnut. They match his eyes which are now looking at me. He shaved his goatee too.
“You shaved off your goatee,” I mumble.
“Yeah,” he breathes out, “needed a change. Did it over the weekend.”
I raise my free hand to run it along his face, needing to feel the stubble under my fingers, but stop myself, just as my hand is about to touch his face.
“Sorry,” I mutter.
“What are you sorry for?” Otis asks, and I’m not sure. But we are standing way too close. I can still feel the warmth of his hand on my arm. I need to leave. Need to get away from Otis, but I don’t move. Instead, I find myself being turned by Otis and being pushed backwards.
“Otis?” I mumble, as I feel my back go up against the wall of the gym.
“I want to try something” Otis starts pausing before adding “Sir,” before I have time to react, ask why he said that Otis lips are on mine.