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a gruff male voice pulled Emily from her lustful thoughts.
“Hey, Emily, it’s good to see you here working out,” Andy snorted.
Knowing she needed to get away from Libby, Emily apprehensively asked Andy to show her a few core exercises. He happily said he would, allowing Emily to say goodbye to Libby, while offering a comforting touch to the arm followed by a “hang in there” sentiment.
The pair walked over to the mats and began with some light stretching. Once Emily saw Libby comfortably situated on the bike in spin class, she thanked Andy and said, “I’m sorry, I have to be leaving. I have a friend coming over for dinner.”
Andy frowned, replying, “I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you walk away.”
A repulsive shiver curled through Emily. Gross. He’s such a douchebag meathead.
“Andy,” Emily huffed. “Do you really think that line sounds remotely sexy?”
Caught off guard by her snide tone, he replied, “Worked on you once, babe.”
“Actually, Andy that wasn’t the line you used on me. And for the record, it wasn’t that great,” Emily snapped.
Andy’s mouth hung open as if the words she uttered were completely foreign to his self-inflated ego. She turned on her heel and started to walk away, but Andy pulled her into his solid frame. Her sweaty back clung against his rippled chest, he was completely stiff.
“Let me go, Andy,” she warned.
Andy panted a few deep breaths. Emily cringed as his warm breath drifted across the back of her neck over her ear. Curling his heavy arm around her waist, she felt the complete weight of him. Andy’s body was a fortress of stone and dominant alpha maleness.
“Don’t cause a scene, Emily,” he whispered, as he pressed his palm against her flat stomach then told her to raise her hands above her head.
“Spread your legs,” he grinned. Now squat,” he commanded.
She did as she was told, and he backed away. Andy made Emily do ten squats all the while muttering sexual innuendos through low groaning noises.
Disgusting pig.
Although to everyone else in the gym, it just looked like a typical scene—a trainer helping a fellow gym member, but for Emily she knew Andy was trying to make her as uncomfortable as possible.
When she finished her set, Emily shot him an icy glare and grabbed her water bottle.
“Bitch,” he scowled after her. Emily ignored him and walked briskly to the ladies locker room.
After that unpleasantness, Emily decided to change gyms immediately.
Chapter Eleven:
Ashleigh
“Good Afternoon, Miss Preston,” Ashleigh heard a familiar voice say as she crossed the lobby of her building.
“Good Afternoon, Thomas,” she cheerfully greeted the man with slicked back dark red hair. “How are things at the River House today?”
Thomas was one of four security guards that worked at the building complex. He was a nice older man, about fifty-five if Ashleigh had to guess, with a short and stalky build and bright blue eyes. Ashleigh frequently brought a postcard from the cities she travelled to for Thomas to hang in his office. He was determined to collect post-cards from all the fifty states and as many exotic locales as possible, Thomas had the travel bug, bad. Unfortunately, she didn’t have one for him today since she traveled to London so frequently. Behind his desk, Thomas kept a binder of all of Ashleigh’s articles, often experimenting with recipes from the food she described in her features. She thought it was sweet.
Helping Ashleigh to the elevator with her second bag he said, “Things are good here. How was your trip to London?”
“Honestly, it was too short, but I’m glad to be back home, if only for a short while anyway.”
“Oh, where are you off to next Miss Preston?” Thomas asked, giving her a wide-eyed look.
“I’ll be off to New York City next month for an entire week.”
“The Big Apple. I’ve
“Hey, Emily, it’s good to see you here working out,” Andy snorted.
Knowing she needed to get away from Libby, Emily apprehensively asked Andy to show her a few core exercises. He happily said he would, allowing Emily to say goodbye to Libby, while offering a comforting touch to the arm followed by a “hang in there” sentiment.
The pair walked over to the mats and began with some light stretching. Once Emily saw Libby comfortably situated on the bike in spin class, she thanked Andy and said, “I’m sorry, I have to be leaving. I have a friend coming over for dinner.”
Andy frowned, replying, “I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you walk away.”
A repulsive shiver curled through Emily. Gross. He’s such a douchebag meathead.
“Andy,” Emily huffed. “Do you really think that line sounds remotely sexy?”
Caught off guard by her snide tone, he replied, “Worked on you once, babe.”
“Actually, Andy that wasn’t the line you used on me. And for the record, it wasn’t that great,” Emily snapped.
Andy’s mouth hung open as if the words she uttered were completely foreign to his self-inflated ego. She turned on her heel and started to walk away, but Andy pulled her into his solid frame. Her sweaty back clung against his rippled chest, he was completely stiff.
“Let me go, Andy,” she warned.
Andy panted a few deep breaths. Emily cringed as his warm breath drifted across the back of her neck over her ear. Curling his heavy arm around her waist, she felt the complete weight of him. Andy’s body was a fortress of stone and dominant alpha maleness.
“Don’t cause a scene, Emily,” he whispered, as he pressed his palm against her flat stomach then told her to raise her hands above her head.
“Spread your legs,” he grinned. Now squat,” he commanded.
She did as she was told, and he backed away. Andy made Emily do ten squats all the while muttering sexual innuendos through low groaning noises.
Disgusting pig.
Although to everyone else in the gym, it just looked like a typical scene—a trainer helping a fellow gym member, but for Emily she knew Andy was trying to make her as uncomfortable as possible.
When she finished her set, Emily shot him an icy glare and grabbed her water bottle.
“Bitch,” he scowled after her. Emily ignored him and walked briskly to the ladies locker room.
After that unpleasantness, Emily decided to change gyms immediately.
Chapter Eleven:
Ashleigh
“Good Afternoon, Miss Preston,” Ashleigh heard a familiar voice say as she crossed the lobby of her building.
“Good Afternoon, Thomas,” she cheerfully greeted the man with slicked back dark red hair. “How are things at the River House today?”
Thomas was one of four security guards that worked at the building complex. He was a nice older man, about fifty-five if Ashleigh had to guess, with a short and stalky build and bright blue eyes. Ashleigh frequently brought a postcard from the cities she travelled to for Thomas to hang in his office. He was determined to collect post-cards from all the fifty states and as many exotic locales as possible, Thomas had the travel bug, bad. Unfortunately, she didn’t have one for him today since she traveled to London so frequently. Behind his desk, Thomas kept a binder of all of Ashleigh’s articles, often experimenting with recipes from the food she described in her features. She thought it was sweet.
Helping Ashleigh to the elevator with her second bag he said, “Things are good here. How was your trip to London?”
“Honestly, it was too short, but I’m glad to be back home, if only for a short while anyway.”
“Oh, where are you off to next Miss Preston?” Thomas asked, giving her a wide-eyed look.
“I’ll be off to New York City next month for an entire week.”
“The Big Apple. I’ve
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