She wasn't really bored watching Tarek exercise, even giving it a try by doing some of the machines she'd watched him use, though obviously taking off the weights.    Without any weights it was still tough on her but it she tried to do the arm curls and the legs curls and all the others even though by the time she was done she was sweaty.  He'd made it look so easy when he'd been using the machines, when she'd done it: it had been nothing like how he'd used the machines.   She settled on a bench when he'd started to run and simply watched him run, more than impressed and perhaps a little bit frightened to be honest.   He was a top apex predator and it showed in the way he ran.  If she ran from him, she was very sure she wouldn't get more than a foot or five away from him before she was tackled.   Hell even if she had a head start she was sure he'd catch her within a fair amount of time.    When he finally slowed to a walk and then finally climbed off the treadmill she stood as well.   Her fingers brushed down her skirt as they left the gym and headed to the bedroom her hand in his.<br/><br/>She'd stood there quietly as he started to strip, finding him looking at her and indicating the shower for herself.    She had gotten sweaty  and while she'd bathed earlier that morning, a shower would be nice to rinse off the sweat.   She gave a nod and started to strip out of her clothing, first pushing her skirt down off her hips and then her panties before she set them in the hamper, the t-shirt following suit before she closed it and moved to follow him into the bathroom.