pulsing through my core and between my legs from the contact that felt far too intimate.
Fuck, I didn’t sign on for this. I took a shaky breath and lowered the weights to my side and up again, slowly repeating the motion. I was pretty sure a few members would pay extra for this level of attention. Or maybe they didn’t need to. Maybe Cameron was hands-on like this with everyone. But I couldn’t drag my filthy mind out of the gutter long enough to believe he wasn’t touching me for the sheer, animal fun of it.
CAMERON. I’d never had to work so goddamn hard to focus on training someone. No shortage of attractive women had come through the gym, all too eager for the chance to train with Darren or me. But Maya was in a class of her own. Her body had changed since we’d known each other. Her clothes couldn’t hide the fullness of her breasts or how her hips curved out from her waist in a way I didn’t remember. At least blatant staring was justified under the circumstances.
She finished her set, breaking my steady survey of the intricacies of her body. We moved away from the free weights, and I set her up on the cables.
“I’m not sure I’m cut out for this,” she said.
“You’re doing really well.”
She blushed, reinforcing how uncomfortable I suspected she was. Half of my job was making people feel more comfortable in the gym. Though I had a few clients who basically paid me to watch them work out in one-hour increments. Business was business, so I didn’t argue. When they realized they weren’t getting anything more out of it, they typically moved on. Sometimes to Darren.
Maya had always been headstrong though. I knew she’d take the challenge, even if it meant spending time with me that she might not have wanted. After I’d nearly kissed her and she left me in front of her office, I’d had mixed feelings about the whole thing. We hadn’t exchanged contact information, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to keep stalking her at her office.
“I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again so soon,” I said, hoping to get her to open up.
“Me neither.”
“Why is that?”
She winced, straining against a motion, her biceps flexing with the effort. “Eli dragged me out for the yoga class. I had no idea we were coming here.”
She stepped back and took a breath between sets. Her face was flushed from exertion. Time was ticking down. I couldn’t push her hard just to spend more time with her.
“I didn’t know you had a roommate.”
“Yeah, well there are a lot of things you don’t know about me.” She shook out her arms.
“Maybe we can change that.”
Her calm expression didn’t change. “Oh?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged, trying to sound casual. “I’d like to be friends, I guess, if you think we can.”
She looked down at her feet, toeing the floor beneath her, a chink in her otherwise cool demeanor. “I don’t know.”
“What don’t you know?”
She huffed. “How are we supposed to be friends when you’re… You know, you kind of blindsided me yesterday.”
“I know. I didn’t plan that. I’m sorry.”
“We have too much history, Cam.”
“Mostly good history, don’t you think?” I leaned against the machine, crossing my arms.
Her eyes went soft for a moment. Her throat worked on a swallow before her features hardened, an impassive blanket washing away any emotion I might have recognized moments ago.
“What’s next?” she asked, her voice clipped.
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Are we almost done or what? I’m dying here.”
“One more,” I muttered, straightening again.
I switched out the hardware and demonstrated the motion for her. I adjusted the weight again when I finished. When I stepped away, she’d launched right into the first set of curls with fevered determination. With every motion her cleavage pushed up out of her tank top. I blew out a slow breath and tried to look anywhere else. I caught her reflection in the mirror and
Fuck, I didn’t sign on for this. I took a shaky breath and lowered the weights to my side and up again, slowly repeating the motion. I was pretty sure a few members would pay extra for this level of attention. Or maybe they didn’t need to. Maybe Cameron was hands-on like this with everyone. But I couldn’t drag my filthy mind out of the gutter long enough to believe he wasn’t touching me for the sheer, animal fun of it.
CAMERON. I’d never had to work so goddamn hard to focus on training someone. No shortage of attractive women had come through the gym, all too eager for the chance to train with Darren or me. But Maya was in a class of her own. Her body had changed since we’d known each other. Her clothes couldn’t hide the fullness of her breasts or how her hips curved out from her waist in a way I didn’t remember. At least blatant staring was justified under the circumstances.
She finished her set, breaking my steady survey of the intricacies of her body. We moved away from the free weights, and I set her up on the cables.
“I’m not sure I’m cut out for this,” she said.
“You’re doing really well.”
She blushed, reinforcing how uncomfortable I suspected she was. Half of my job was making people feel more comfortable in the gym. Though I had a few clients who basically paid me to watch them work out in one-hour increments. Business was business, so I didn’t argue. When they realized they weren’t getting anything more out of it, they typically moved on. Sometimes to Darren.
Maya had always been headstrong though. I knew she’d take the challenge, even if it meant spending time with me that she might not have wanted. After I’d nearly kissed her and she left me in front of her office, I’d had mixed feelings about the whole thing. We hadn’t exchanged contact information, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to keep stalking her at her office.
“I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again so soon,” I said, hoping to get her to open up.
“Me neither.”
“Why is that?”
She winced, straining against a motion, her biceps flexing with the effort. “Eli dragged me out for the yoga class. I had no idea we were coming here.”
She stepped back and took a breath between sets. Her face was flushed from exertion. Time was ticking down. I couldn’t push her hard just to spend more time with her.
“I didn’t know you had a roommate.”
“Yeah, well there are a lot of things you don’t know about me.” She shook out her arms.
“Maybe we can change that.”
Her calm expression didn’t change. “Oh?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged, trying to sound casual. “I’d like to be friends, I guess, if you think we can.”
She looked down at her feet, toeing the floor beneath her, a chink in her otherwise cool demeanor. “I don’t know.”
“What don’t you know?”
She huffed. “How are we supposed to be friends when you’re… You know, you kind of blindsided me yesterday.”
“I know. I didn’t plan that. I’m sorry.”
“We have too much history, Cam.”
“Mostly good history, don’t you think?” I leaned against the machine, crossing my arms.
Her eyes went soft for a moment. Her throat worked on a swallow before her features hardened, an impassive blanket washing away any emotion I might have recognized moments ago.
“What’s next?” she asked, her voice clipped.
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Are we almost done or what? I’m dying here.”
“One more,” I muttered, straightening again.
I switched out the hardware and demonstrated the motion for her. I adjusted the weight again when I finished. When I stepped away, she’d launched right into the first set of curls with fevered determination. With every motion her cleavage pushed up out of her tank top. I blew out a slow breath and tried to look anywhere else. I caught her reflection in the mirror and
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