Jackson (1/1)

Getting a job at a gym had sounded like a good idea at first. The pay was good and getting to gawk at hot guys all day was a bonus. Right?Wrong. Very wrong. "So how about we go for a drink, baby?" I glared at the very muscular man currently leaning across my desk. This was the third time I'd been asked the exact same question today, and probably the hundreth time since I had started working here last week. "No, thank you." I returned to my work, trying to do my best to ignore the man still looming over me. "Can I help you with something else?" I asked, only because it was my job. "Look who thinks she's all that, just 'cause she got a fancy job," he sneered before stalking away. I rolled my eyes. As soon as I could find another job, I was going to be so done with all these arogant dicks. And their lame come backs."Hey, sweet pea. Somethin' botherin' you?" Jackson, one of the personal trainers came around the corner. He smiled, ruffling his brown hair. I scanned over his body, wonderfully exposed by the black tank. A large treble cleft dominated his shoulder, with the Olympic symbol and fencing foil beneath it on his bicep. His own last name, Wang, was artfully tattooed on his forearm. I still smiled to myself as I saw mom on his other bicep. It was such a Jackson thing for him have. Quickly, my attention snapped back up to his eyes when I realized I'd been staring. Trying to ignore how incredibly well fitted his shirt was, I smiled. "Nothing I can't handle. Just some dude asking me out again."He frowned. "You know, you could file sexual harrassment against them. They really shouldn't be doing that. I mean, you work here. And most of them are married." Jackson ran a hand through his hair again. "Just because you're hot, doesn't mean they have the right to gawk at you all day.""They don't gawk at me." He thinks I'm hot? Did I hear that right?Jackson smiled. "I do. Whenever I'm on break. You're so cute when you concentrate."I could feel my face heating up. Glancing around for something to distract me, my gaze landed on the clock. "Oh, my shift ended. I really should be going. I'll see you tomorrow." I quickly exited out of my solitaire game and grabbed my bag and jacket. "Bye!""Wait, here. I'll walk you home. I finished too.""You don't have to. I just live a few blocks away."He wrapped his arm around mine. "It'd be my pleasure to." I couldn't argue. I couldn't talk. Hell, I could barely breathe. Fortunately, this was Jackson Wang who never shut up. He babbled on and on about some barista friend of his named Mark, and how mad he was at him for getting him in trouble a few days ago. Normally, I would be annoyed at not being able to speak, but I was quite relieved. Before I knew it we had reached my apartment building. Jackson released my arm, grabbing my hand and kissing my palm, making my face flush even more red. I probably looked like a tomato, but he didn't seem to mind. "Bye, then."Jackson stepped closer, his arm wrapping around my waist and pulling him into him. He ducked his head down (not that far down mind you) and pressed his lips to mine. It felt like it lasted for hours and I wished it could have been. "See you tomorrow, sweet pea."