Kimber wasn't really that covert in checking him out. He was hot and he knew it. It wasn't like she was giving him new information. Kimber was pretty aware of how she looked in spandex, too. The designer gym clothes didn't hurt.
"Okay. But if I pull any muscles, you have to massage them." She smirked, bending forward to stretch her hamstrings. She obviously didn't have any concerns about being watched. She leaned to one side, then the other, stretching out her inner thighs. Her movements were slow and fluid.
"Whenever you're ready," she said, stretching her shoulders across her chest.