57 Freedom or Revenge

Kevin's eyes widened as he beheld Sia, his nether regions seemingly staging a mutiny against his pants. Following his request, she had donned an outfit that could only be described as a battle between daring and "whoa there." Her glistening muscles and chiseled abs triggered an alarm in his libido as she confidently marched into his store.

Shifting his gaze to her face, he spotted Sia sporting a helmet clearly meant for cycling, her trusty bike stationed just outside. Wrapped in a snug sports bra and bike shorts that could give an anaconda a run for its money, she showcased thighs that had clearly been inducted into the Muscular Hall of Fame.

"Early morning workout, huh?" Kevin quipped, striding closer.

Taking a sip from her water bottle, Sia's annoyance seeped into her response. "Training, my ass. More like my desperate attempt to escape the clutches of non-existent public transportation at this ungodly hour."