Steve waits on edge, knowing Sheena could walk through the door at any second.
When she does, her physique hits him hard. Sheena clocks his reaction at once. She slaps her heavy thighs, flexes her arms, and needles him without letting up.
Before long he is asking to put his hands on her arms and shoulders. Sheena allows it. Then she names her condition: he has to arm-wrestle her.
She treats the match like a game, the same way she has with others. His full effort does not shift her arm even slightly. She points it out and laughs at him for it.
The contest only stokes her competitive streak. The fighter in her takes over. Steve realizes too late that he signed up for more than a tease. Sheena does what she always does—she grinds a man down until he is asking her to stop.
