Page 9 of Fit for Love

Did some asshole make her feel this way?

If he were here, I’d round-kick him in the jaw.

“Fine,mostmen are dogs,” she concedes.“A rare few, like my dad, aren’t.”

It must be nice to say that about one’s dad.“Thank you,” I say smoothly, pushing the thought away.

She snorts.“Oh, ‘most’ absolutely includesyou.”

I give her a level look.“As a dog parent, I don’t actually consider that an insult.Dogs are famous for their loyalty.”

“Dogs hump everything,” she says pointedly.

“When I commit to a woman, I don’t even look at anyone—or anything—else.”

I have no idea why I just told her that, even though it’s the absolute truth.

She doesn’t look like she believes me.“Oh, really?Will you offer up a bridge for me to buy as well?Sign me up for a multi-level marketing scheme?”

Scratch that.I do know why I told her that.I’m dying to fuck her, and she doesn’t look like the type to indulge in a one-night stand.The only way into her pants is for her to see me as a dating prospect.Not that I date clients.Then again…

“On a completely unrelated note,” I say casually.“Am I right in assuming you don’t want me as your trainer?”

She nods.“Today’s session was a gift.I can’t afford this gym or the services of a trainer—but if I could, I wouldn’t hireyou.”

I clutch my chest theatrically.“That was a low blow.”

“Hey, some people might want an overbearing know-it-all for a trainer, but I sure don’t.”

Hmm.“If your session was a gift, I should point out that this place doesn’t do refunds.”

“So?”

“So maybe you should let me teach you some exercises that you can do at home.That way, you can get your endorphins for free.”

This is actually a long-term goal of mine: to bring fitness to people who can’t afford me.But in the short term, I’d be satisfied if I could optimally help the select few whocanafford me.An app would be really useful to that end.My clients travel a lot, and simple videoconferencing has too many limitations.

She eyes me dubiously.“Can you do it without bossing me around?”

“Sure.”

Because I’ll teach her bodyweight exercises where she’s as likely to get hurt as when getting out of bed.

Fuck.Thinking of beds in her vicinity is not good for my equilibrium.As I begin to demonstrate the different variations of planks, things only get harder from there—pun intended.I’ve never realized how much certain exercises resemble sexual positions.Especially knee planks, both with straight and bent arms.But the worst is probably the reverse plank because of how it pushes up her small, perky breasts.

The torture of my dick continues during pushups and persists all the way through to lunges and squats.

“That’s it,” she says after a second set of squats.“I can’t do this anymore.”

Usually, I’d chastise a client for wanting to give up so quickly, but Kendall isn’t my client.Not to mention, I don’t think I could watch her thrust out her booty in another rep without my balls bursting into a blue cloud.

“All right,” I say as professionally as I can.“You did really well, and if you do what I’ve showed you regularly, you’ll get all the endorphins you need—plus your bones and muscles will be stronger than ever.”

“Right.Well… thanks.”She swipes the back of her hand over her glistening forehead.“This wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be.”

“You’re welcome.”I debate if I should ask her for her number or provide mine, but I don’t think she’s ready for that yet.

No.A more Machiavellian approach is needed.

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