Gymnasium and Gymnastics?

Minutes later, with running shoes, elastic tracksuit of three quartz trousers and a skin embracing top that stopped immediately before her navel, exposing her thin waist, and her hair tied to a disordered bun, she walked out of the royal suite and into the lift, leaning against the wall while waiting to be taken to the sixth floor, where it was indicated in the magazine that the gymnasium was located.

   She didn't prepare herself for the sight of Ricky on the treadmill machine, which was the first thing she noticed as soon as she walked into the gym. She guessed that even if she had succumbed to her mind's wishes to imagine him as soon as Annabelle let out those words, none would have done justice to his physical structure, especially with an Adidas male tracksuit on him. Nice coincidence, she thought, walking a little slower to get a better view of him; his backside.

    The sleeveless flannel vest hugged his upper body, exposi