Kaiser pushed open the door to the training hall shortly after midnight. In the center, the raised ring dominated the space; Kara was already there.
She was dressed in an extremely short black sports short and a tight gray tank top that hugged every muscle of her torso and arms. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was warming up intensely, doing sets of jumps in place that made the tips of her breasts tremble under the fabric, smooth shoulder rotations, then a series of punches into the air. Each movement produced a slight rush of air.
The click of the door made her freeze. Her head turned, and her gaze locked onto him. A subtle but distinct wave of pink rose to the surface of her cheekbones.
"You're late," she said. She crossed her arms, making her biceps stand out. "I was about to leave without you."
Kaiser let the door close gently behind him without answering right away. Silence thickened for a few seconds.
"But you didn't," he finally replied in a calm tone.
