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The filthiest images popped into my mind.
My mother would call me a bad boy.
Yes, yes, I was.
“I’m not here to play with you. I’m here to do a job. Whether you want to hear this or not, your career is in the toilet. Someone is going to come along and hit the lever and flush you down the drain if you don’t take this seriously. I can do many things with perception but not without your help. So you decide. If you want my help, fine. Then you’re going to do what I ask. If you don’t, that’s okay. It’s your funeral by drowning. I simply don’t care.”
She didn’t wait for my answer, huffing at me before storming off.
I turned my head, watching her walk away and maybe for the first time in my career, someone had put me in my place that I’d listened to.
Maybe it had something to do with the possibility she was my mate.
Or maybe for once I’d need to face facts.
She was right.
Clamoring to my feet, I jogged back to the area where we’d started and without being told, I stood on the line.
My guess is she was shocked I was following her directions.
“Ready?”
“I’m ready, Ms. Weathers.”
Her sigh was heavy. “Then go.”
And I took off running. Sadly, I had a feeling I was going to shock her even more than when I’d spanked her.
Maybe she should become prepared for more.
Much, much more.
CHAPTER 10
Lily
Shock.
That wasn’t my usual response even hours later, but that’s the way it was. I felt utter shock.
Not because Saint Masters was a consummate jerk or that even when he was all sweaty with tousled hair, he remained sexy, but because he’d blown the tests out of every freaking body of water.
I’d written down the results, trying not to think about them too much while we’d sat on an old picnic table underneath a huge oak tree discussing his social media accounts, but my stomach had remained tight the entire time.
The scores weren’t possible. They were… inhuman. Was I actually thinking that maybe, just maybe the ridiculous reports on him were true? Sadly, I couldn’t shove aside the possibility however remote. Maybe the crazy stories on the news had tainted my views of the man and his athletic prowess. He wasin extremely good shape, all six foot five inches of him. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his carved body.
Whew. Saint was without a doubt one of the most perfect specimens of manhood I’d ever come across.
He’d run a four-minute mile. That was… ungodly. And I’d had a sense Saint had been holding back, but at that point, what did it matter? When he’d gone to pushups, I’d lost count at seventy-five and he hadn’t been short of breath, not once complaining about a single ache.
When we’d gone back to the arena’s weightroom, he’d bench pressed… Well, let’s just say an excessive amount.
The entire time, my mouth had been open, drool forming in the corners of my lips.
Not the best look for a professional attempting to boost a man’s social presence emblazed in a golden godlike appearance instead of a beast in the night.
If he’d noticed my reaction, he hadn’t commented, but I’d caught the sneaky smirk on his face when he’d finished. The jerk had barely been sweating.
