Now, Dennis didn't mean to eavesdrop and overhear the private conversation Robby was reluctantly having (or at least he seems reluctant) with Dr Abbot. Really, it’s their fault for having such a scandalous conversation out in public where anyone could walk by. He's innocent, seriously.
“Fine. I’m an ass guy. Will this get you to leave me alone?”
Dennis could tell from his hiding place around the corner that Robby was probably as bright as a tomato. And his voice sounded incredibly frustrated and embarrassed, which was super hot in Dennis's unbiased opinion.
Then he realized what the words coming out of Robby's mouth meant. He completely zeroed in on the fact that Robby was apparently an ass guy.
When Trinity asked him why he had started focusing his workouts on squats, lunges, crab walks, donkey kicks, and any other exercises he could find online, he lied to spare himself the embarrassment.
He stammered out something about wanting to be able to stand for longer at work, or have a better time helping Amy out on the farm, but Trinity didn’t even pity him enough to pretend she didn’t know the actual reason.
One very strenuous, hard week later, Dennis could proudly say that his intensive workouts had most definitely worked perfectly. Even Trinity reluctantly gave him a compliment after complaining that he was stealing all her short shorts.
Dennis was nothing if not an opportunist. When the opportunity arose to bend down in front of Robby and stick his fat ass in the older man's face, Dennis took it without bothering to give it a second thought.
"Oh, don't worry, Dr Robby, I'll get that for you," Dennis murmured softly, a small smile on his lips as he bent over, wiggling his ass just slightly as he took his time grabbing the pen Robby dropped on the ground.
He could feel Robby's eyes roaming his body before firmly staring at his ass. Dennis flushed, just imagining the hungry and focused look on his boss's face.
Maybe this was the moment that their 'will they, won't they' situation he had with Robby would finally be resolved, and they could get into the 'they will' stage of their relationship.
He slowly stands up and hands Robby his pen, letting his fingers brush against Robby's and staring him straight in the eyes. Robby's eyes were dark and stared straight into his soul.
"Dr Whitaker, would you mind if we had a private conversation in my office?" Robby rumbled, his voice low as he raised an eyebrow. "I've noticed a few... changes to your body, and I'm quite concerned. I think a thorough examination is in order."
Dennis flushed further, and he barely stopped himself from nodding eagerly and embarrassing himself. "Of course, Robby... a very close examination is needed. I've been working out a little hard lately, especially..." he wiggled his ass again.
Robby's eyes immediately snapped down at the movement before looking back up at Dennis's face. "My office. Now."
Dennis gave no struggle as Robby quickly moved him out of the open air of the Pitt into his private office for some private time. At least now he knew Robby was definitely an ass guy, and really appreciated the work he put into his physique.