Page 79 of Grand Love

“What?” God, he probably thinks I’m being an ungrateful cow. He gave me a job and now I’m moaning about it.

“Come with me.” He stands and stalks past me.

I follow him out of the room, and to the door to the left of the office. “Where are we going?” I ask.

“You’ll see.”

He opens the door, and we are met with a flight of stairs that lead to another door. It’s dark and dingy and I don’t like it. I take the first step but pause. With a deep frown lining my brow, I turn, instantly locking eyes with Mason. He’s sitting prone on the rower, watching me with an apprehensive look on his face.

“Crack on, will you, I don’t have all day,” Logan chides at my back.

“You go first.” I step aside.

“Scaredy-cat.” Logan jogs up the steps and I follow, leaving the door open so we can see. “I will get a light put in here. We didn’t go past this level on the refurb.”

“Good idea.”

He’s probably sending me to the stockroom to count water bottles or something. But then, that’s probably safer than training the Adonis downstairs.

“Ready?” He grins down at me, his excitement giving me butterflies.

“No, why are you being weird?” I push his shoulder. “Stop being a creeper.”

I hold the back of his T-shirt, feeling on edge as he wiggles the handle.

Logan swings open the door, temporarily blinding me. Light pores into the small stairway, lighting up his face which is wide with a smile.

He flicks his head towards the room. “Check it out.”

I take the last step then stop short on the threshold, completely and utterly blown away. “Oh.”

“It’s been empty since I got the place.” He urges me forward, then shuts the door behind us. “I haven’t had a chance to clear it. As you can see, I’ve used it mostly for storage.”

The room is huge, the same size as the gym downstairs but filled with boxes and equipment. The windows are floor to ceiling and look out at London’s skyline. The floors are a light wood, scuffed and in need of some love, but the room as a whole has so much potential. “It’s…” I walk farther into the room.

“It’s yours to do what you want with.” He takes a set of keys from his pocket and chucks them to me. I don’t catch them. They hit me in the thigh then fall to the floor with a clang.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s yours.”

My first instinct is to laugh, it bubbles up my throat and fills the room for a couple seconds before I fall quiet again. I look around at the space. Everything needs fixing, but the bones of it are here, and with the floor-to-ceiling windows and sheer size of the room… it would make the most beautiful dance studio.

“What do you want me to do with it?”

He shakes his head. “You can do whatever you want, Anderson. I’m giving you free rein.”

“Why?”

“Lowell. Dickhead.” He grins. “I need you to PT him.”

My shoulders drop along with my short-lived excitement. “No.”

“I owe him one; help me out here. Please?”

I don’t like this. At all. “Why would he even want me to personal train him? It’s ridiculous.”

“I’ve had six guys request you since your shift on Monday.” He smirks as if he is loving this. “Mason was in when two of them asked, he didn’t like it. At all.”

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