Page 1 of Trainer

Chapter One

Chase

It was just supposed to be another tennis lesson. It turned out to be the day that changed my life…

It started off like a typical Friday: I woke up in my penthouse, had scrambled eggs, orange juice, and avocado toast prepared by Ronald, my personal chef, went downstairs to where my Rolls-Royce Phantom was waiting, and had my driver, Jeremy, take me to the office.

It was practically a celebration when I arrived. My company, Benton Enterprises, had just won a very expensive lawsuit against a competitor who was trying to steal our design for a jet engine that would be standard in almost all airliners, so I’d given everyone a half day. After all, it was Friday and everyone wanted to get home to their families.

“I’d just like to thank you all for being part of this company,” I told them as I raised my glass of champagne. “We won and we will continue to win as long as I am CEO of Benton Enterprises!”

Everyone cheered and I left them to the gourmet food and cake, headed back down to the car, and told Jeremy to take me to the country club.

It had been a rough week of twelve-hour days and I needed to blow off steam. I’d arranged for a tennis lesson at the club on Long Island to get my mind off work. I was going to stay there the whole weekend as long as nothing came up.

My old pro, Sharon, was in Europe doing a charity tournament for ALS, and I had a sneaking suspicion that she was going to stay there with her new husband, Frank, who’d just bought a villa in the South of France, so I was interviewing new pros to help me with my backhand.

“Wait’ll you see this one, boss,” Jeremy told me as he dropped me off at the clubhouse.

“This one what?” I asked as I grabbed my bag and stepped out. But Jeremy just gave me one of his patented wink-nods before pressing the button to close the door, and left me standing there at the door as he drove off.

“Hmm,” I muttered to myself with a shrug as I headed inside.

The place was pretty sparse for a Friday afternoon. I saw the VP of Marketing of Lightsways, a new tech startup out of Connecticut, and the Creative Director of Charles Rouges, a luxury men’s suit brand (I have three of them in varying colors). They looked like they’d just finished a workout and waved to me on their way to the sauna.

I headed to the locker room, changed, grabbed my racket, and headed for the courts.

Wait’ll you see this one, boss…

Jeremy’s words were repeating in my mind as I walked, and when I stepped outside onto the turf, I realized what he meant.

Standing in front of me, wearing white sneakers and a matching white skirt, was a vision of beauty unlike any I’d ever seen. Now, I’m the kind of man who runs into a lot of women; plenty of girls want to score a date with Chase Brenton, New York City’s Most Eligible Bachelor two years running now.

I’ve seen them all: beauty queens, runway models, print models, actresses—hell, I’ve even had pornstars try to get into my inner circle. But believe me when I tell you that none of them could hold a candle to the beauty standing in front of me.

She had long, straight blonde hair and bright blue eyes and looked like she didn’t have a care in the world. She was wearing one of those pink tennis shirts and definitely had a sports bra underneath, but still wasn’t able to hide what she had going on underneath—which were way bigger than tennis balls.

“Mr. Brenton?” she asked with a white smile and a cute little wave that caused her perfect hips to sway in ways that had my mind going places it shouldn’t.

She’s your trainer for God’s sake! I told myself as I felt the fabric in my shorts begin to tighten around my thighs. Keep it together!

But as I walked towards her and got a full view of her gorgeous physique, I knew that was going to be easier said than done.

She was absolutely dripping in sexuality and looked like she’d just stepped out of a men’s magazine. I actually glanced around to see if there was a photographer nearby. This girl was my new tennis pro?

“Mr. Brenton?” she repeated. I realized I hadn’t answered her the first time.

“That’s me,” I grinned, extending my hand. She took it and shook it. Her hand was soft but her grip was firm and I didn’t want to let go. In fact, I wanted to pull her closer, slide my hands up her thighs, and find out what she was hiding beneath that tennis skirt.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had such a visceral reaction to a girl. Like I said, I was pretty used to being surrounded by beautiful women, but there was something about this girl that had my heart racing and my mouth watering.

“I’m Cady,” she told me. “I’m your new pro for today.”

“And every day,” I replied without thinking. She cocked her head to the side and gave me a questioning look.

Fuck.

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