Without knowing what Gael had planned, Angela decided to trust him anyway. So she changed into her workout clothes and washed her face in the bathroom. A few minutes later, her intercom chimed, pressing a buzzer when she saw that it was him. She then quickly finished washing her face and tied her hair up into a ponytail, looking fresh and ready just in time when the doorbell to her front door rang.
He came back with a duffel bag in hand and asked if he could use the bathroom to change his clothes. He came out wearing gym shorts, plain black dri-fit shirt, and sports shoes. She was facing the sink while preparing a tumbler, so she hadn't seen him yet when she asked, "Where are we going?"
"With those pants, I'm afraid I won't let you leave your apartment…" he said as he approached her, dropping the bag next to the island. His eyes raked over her full, round, perky, squeezable ass. Damn it. Those pants hugged her globes perfectly—it should be illegal to wear those.
