Oh, he'll do, alright.

The light probe wouldn't give Lacey his actual knowledge, but she was able to learn what sort of things lurked in his head. What she found brightened her smile to one of genuine delight.

Military protocols, combat tactics, weapons knowledge, hidden base locations, government secrets.

The man returned her smile. Lacey's powers informed her that he was feeling confident that he was going to get lucky, but nothing was further from the truth; Lacey was the lucky one in this encounter. He was definitely going to get laid, but luck was not on his side.

"I haven't seen you in here before," he said, resting a hand on the plates she'd just lifted, "and I would definitely remember you." His voice oozed with an annoying sort of confident charm. This guy was not accustomed to being rejected and it showed.

Lacey had to avert her eyes from his to keep herself from ravaging his mind completely, settling her gaze instead on his chiseled chest, easily as broad as her whole frame.

"Yeah, this isn't my regular gym. I'm just passing through. Had to get that workout in, you know?"

Most of the men in the room had given up on her sexually since the man approached, but their intense focus on her had already set her lust on fire, and even if this new guy has been mentally worthless, she'd have struggled to resist the desire to fuck him. Lacey always enjoyed turning her power on hypermasculine men, always training their bodies and not their minds.

He laughed, openly oggling her thighs. "No doubt, beautiful. Gotta keep it tight. I get it."

Throwing all pretense of subtlety out the window, and hoping to skip as much conversation as possible, she took a small step towards him, placing herself in the small space created between the barbell and his body. "Mmhmm." She raised her eyes to his face and lowered her voice. "Would you like to find out just how tight I keep it? I'm all done with my set but I could go for some cardio."

A grin split his face. "Girl you read my mind."

Lacey had to suppress a laugh. If only he knew how true that statement was. She turned and bent at the waist to pick up her water bottle and small towel, enjoying the sharp spike in his arousal as she did.

He hadn't actually tried to touch her yet, which was impressive considering the whole room was filled with her pheromones. He had to be achingly hard for her, which was precisely how she wanted him.