Chapter 85 - 85 Running At Five

"Yes. So you can accompanied me running every morning." He stands with his arms folded, waiting for me to change.

What?! NO WAY!!!

It's just crack of dawn. I'm not even awake yet, and he wants me pounding the pavements and puffing myself out through the streets of Shang Hai city before I've even done a day's work?

This is Unreasonable! He f**king crazy!

He sighs and walking over to the sports bag and pulling out all sorts or running sport things. He hands me a sports bra on a smirk. Oh, he really has thought of everything. I snatch it from his hands and remove my lace bra, replacing it with a reinforced shock absorber. My b.o.o.b.s aren't so big that they need strapping down.

Next, he passes me a pair of black running shorts, the same as his but the ladies version and a fitted, pink running vest.

I dress myself under his watching eye. I can't believe he's dragging me out for a run at this time of the morning.

"Sit." He points to the bed.

I sigh dramatically, plonking myself on the end.

"I'm ignoring you." he grumbles as he kneels in front of me, lifting one foot at a time to put breathable running socks on and a rather swanky pair of black, Nike, running shoes.

He can ignore me all he likes. But I'm not happy right now and I want him to know it.

When he's done, he pulls me up, stands back and runs his gaze up and down my sporty clad body. He nods his approval.

Yes, I certainly look the part, but I've always just thrown on my baggy sweatpants and an oversized tshirt.

I don't want to look better than I actually am. I'm not bad, though.

"Do you have a new pair toothbrush?" I ask, sidestepping him and heading for the bathroom.

"Beside mine is yours." I hear him call, so I found a pinkish toothbrush stand beside of him.

What a forward thinking of him. I'm touch!

After brushing my teeth, I feel instantly more alert and even more determined to wipe the smugness from his face. I'll run, I'll keep up and I might even finish with a few sit-ups. I've been meaning to get back into the habit and there's no time like the present. I walk back into the bedroom, back straight and raring to go.

"Let;s go, my babe. Let's start the day how we intend to finish it." He takes my hand, leading the way downstairs.

"I'm not running again today!" I splutter.

He really is mad .

He laughs.

"That's not what I meant." He say. 

"Oh, so what did you mean?" I ask back.

He flashes me a dark, dirty grin.

"I mean by being out of breath and sweaty." He said in husky tone.

I gasp slightly and shiver. I know which way I would prefer to get out of breath and sweaty, morning, noon and night. And it doesn't involve this get up.

"You're not seeing me tonight." I remind him. His hand tightens around mine and he grunts a few times. I spot my handbag by the door. 

"I need a hair tie." I said.

He releases me and goes into the kitchen, leaving me to retrieve a hair tie from my bag. I scoop my hair up into a high ponytail and rewear my shorts. They're chaffing. I need some pants on. I delve through my bag and come across my knickers.

Oh, no! I flush, cringe and die a thousand deaths all at once. He must have had a real good rummage to find these beauties. I've never worn them. They were Mummy and Daddy idea of a joke stocking filler and have been living at the back of my underwear drawer for many years.

"Ha! Let me see those." He grasps my h.i.p.s, bending down to have a good inspection.

"Can you get these in Little Miss me crazy?"

I roll my eyes.

" I don't know. Can you get President Control Freak?" I mutter.

He digs his thumbs into the hollow space above my hip bones, prompting me to fold over in laughter.

"Hey! Stop!" I scream.

"Get your shorts back on, dear." He smacks my bum.

I pull my shorts back on with a big grin on my face. He's in a really good mood today. But, then again, I'm conforming.

We make our way down to the foyer, meet up Mi Ke with his head in his hands.  He totally dozing off.

"Morning, Mi Ke." He nods formally as we pass.

He's far too alert for this time of day.Mi Ke grumbles to himself, waving an absentminded hand at us

. I don't think he's getting the hang of all that equipment.

Feng Teng stops us in the car park.

"Do a strecthing first." he instructs, releasing my hand and pulling his lower leg up to his backside to stretch his thigh.

I watch as it bulges under his running shorts. Oh my f**king head, I'm more than happy to stay right here and watch him do that.

"Babe, stretch here." he orders.

I throw him a disgruntled look. I've never stretched in my life. Before I only done in my bed and it's never done me any harm. On an over exaggerated sigh, I turn my back to him and spectacularly, and so very slowly, spread my legs and bend down to touch my toes, thrusting my backside in his face.

"Oh!" I feel his teeth sink into one of my cheeks, followed by a swift sting of his hand colliding with my bum.

I turn back around and find an arched brow on a peeved face. The man is serious about his running, where as I just do a few miles now and again to keep the wine and cake from creeping onto my h.i.p.s.

"Where are we running?" I ask, mirroring him stretching his thighs and calves.

"The Zhongshan Parks," he answers.

Oh,that's easy. I can do that. It's roughly six miles around the circ.u.mference and one of my regular runs. No sweat.

"Ready?" he asks.

I nod and make my way over to his car, while he makes his way to the pedestrian gate.

What's he doing?

"Where are you going?" I shout over to him.

"Running." he answers coolly.

"What?!" I gawk at his sentences.

Oh no. Realisation dawns on my waking brain .

He's going to make me run all the way to the parks, around them and back again?

Damn! I can't do that! Is he trying to kill me off? 

"Ohhhh…how far is it to the parks?" I try to sound completely biase, but I'm not sure if I'm were pulling it off.

"Four miles," His eyes are dancing with delight.

HAHAHA...That's a fourteen mile round trip!

He can't seriously run that far on a regular basis, it's over half a bloody marathon. I choke slightly and disguise it with a cough, determined not to give him the satisfaction of knowing I'm affected by this. I pull my vest down and walk over to him, the c.o.c.ky, smug, Adonis of a man that has made my heart in a tangled in mess.

He punches the code in.

"Ten, twenty, seven, thirthy," He glances at me with a small smile.

"For your future reference," Then he holds the gates open.

"I'll never remember that." I call over my shoulder as I pass him, starting my jog towards the gates.

I can do this, I can do this. I repeat the mantra and the code over and over in my head.

I've not ran for three weeks now, but I refuse to let him get the better of me.

He's caught up with me and running alongside me within a few yards.

I look up to his lean loveliness.

Does he do anything badly? He runs like his upper body is disconnected from his lower body, his legs transporting his tall, lean body with ease.

I'm determined to keep up with him, even though his pace is a little faster than I would normally take.

I get into my stride and we run along the river in a comfortable silence, throwing each other glances every now and then.

He is right, running in the morning is really quite relaxing. The city isn't quite in full swing, the traffic is mainly delivery vans and there are no horns or sirens ringing in my ears. The air is surprisingly fresh and cool too. I might be changing my running pattern.