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to go anywhere near Jamie at the moment. He was quiet and moody, and as Jake said, most likely hotheaded. What if he snapped at me if I got a move wrong? No, it was too much risk. Yes, he was hot with an amazing body, and I got off watching him clean his truck that time, but that was it, as far as it went. I was not interested in him training me. At all.
He nodded and walked away. Right up to Jamie. I widened my eyes in horror as I watched him. What an ass, after me blatantly telling him no.
As if on cue, Jamie rolled his eyes, and I was mortified that I was able to see the whole thing, and he obviously didn’t give a damn I was watching.
Cam walked back over looking somewhat happy with himself.
“Why the hell did you just do that?” I asked him a bit too harshly, gesturing in Jamie’s direction.
“I didn’t want you to miss out.” He shrugged, his green eyes soft and warming.
I couldn’t stay mad at him. “I would rather miss out than spend an hour with misery guts.” I glanced over at Jamie, who was carrying on with his training.
He laughed. “You’re not happy, he’s not happy, now you both have something in common.”
“This isn’t funny, Cam.” I shook my head at him.
“He’s a nice guy, honestly. It’s just a front.”
“I don’t care.” I turned back to the computer screen.
“Be ready at five.” He smirked.
I groaned in displeasure, and he playfully shook his head at me then walked away from the desk. My stomach twisted in anticipation of having to deal with Jamie, and I wondered if I should just cancel it. But knowing how desperate I needed the training, it was more important over my feelings about having to deal with a moody boy.
Right at 5 p.m, he walked over to me, and I held my breath as he stood before me at the opposite side of the desk.
“You ready?” he asked, keeping his tone low and quiet. His eye contact with me was brief, like usual.
I nodded, remembered to breathe, and stood from behind the desk with slightly shaky legs. The walk over to the cage seemed to take a lifetime as I slowly followed him. It was like time stood still. Going into the cage itself felt weird like I was about to fight for my life or something. I looked around the hexagon pit, running my hand along one of the padded yellow intersections, which felt squishy beneath my fingers. Then I ran my hand along the metal wiring encasing it all. It must hurt like hell to be thrown against it.
He stood watching me curiously, hands on his hips, and a slight frown forming a V between his eyebrows. When I’d finished exploring it, I looked at him, and he was waiting in the center, standing on the West Warriors logo. I walked over to him cautiously, like a lamb going to the slaughter, stopping a yard in front of him. His stance was confident. His golden body was well-built and ready for battle. His closely shaved head and brooding expression all made for a heady combination. Previous thoughts that Jake had put in my head melted away as I stood before him. When our eyes met, my stomach twisted in anticipation. Those were not the feelings I had a minute ago when he approached me. Where had the fear gone? That’s what I was supposed to be feeling.
“Have you done any martial arts before?” he asked.
“No,” I said quietly.
“I’m gonna take you through some Krav Maga.”
I nodded, taking in what he was saying.
“There are certain pressure points on the body, weak spots if you like, that could practically bring a man to his knees.”
A small snort escaped me when he said that. I found it childishly funny. What I wouldn’t give to be able to bring a man to his knees with one touch, jeez!
He tilted his head to the side slightly, and the look on his face said he was about to walk away. “Look, if you’re not serious about this, I’m not gonna waste my time.” He narrowed his eyes at me.
I dipped my head and instantly composed myself. I apologized to him in the most sincere voice I could, looking
He nodded and walked away. Right up to Jamie. I widened my eyes in horror as I watched him. What an ass, after me blatantly telling him no.
As if on cue, Jamie rolled his eyes, and I was mortified that I was able to see the whole thing, and he obviously didn’t give a damn I was watching.
Cam walked back over looking somewhat happy with himself.
“Why the hell did you just do that?” I asked him a bit too harshly, gesturing in Jamie’s direction.
“I didn’t want you to miss out.” He shrugged, his green eyes soft and warming.
I couldn’t stay mad at him. “I would rather miss out than spend an hour with misery guts.” I glanced over at Jamie, who was carrying on with his training.
He laughed. “You’re not happy, he’s not happy, now you both have something in common.”
“This isn’t funny, Cam.” I shook my head at him.
“He’s a nice guy, honestly. It’s just a front.”
“I don’t care.” I turned back to the computer screen.
“Be ready at five.” He smirked.
I groaned in displeasure, and he playfully shook his head at me then walked away from the desk. My stomach twisted in anticipation of having to deal with Jamie, and I wondered if I should just cancel it. But knowing how desperate I needed the training, it was more important over my feelings about having to deal with a moody boy.
Right at 5 p.m, he walked over to me, and I held my breath as he stood before me at the opposite side of the desk.
“You ready?” he asked, keeping his tone low and quiet. His eye contact with me was brief, like usual.
I nodded, remembered to breathe, and stood from behind the desk with slightly shaky legs. The walk over to the cage seemed to take a lifetime as I slowly followed him. It was like time stood still. Going into the cage itself felt weird like I was about to fight for my life or something. I looked around the hexagon pit, running my hand along one of the padded yellow intersections, which felt squishy beneath my fingers. Then I ran my hand along the metal wiring encasing it all. It must hurt like hell to be thrown against it.
He stood watching me curiously, hands on his hips, and a slight frown forming a V between his eyebrows. When I’d finished exploring it, I looked at him, and he was waiting in the center, standing on the West Warriors logo. I walked over to him cautiously, like a lamb going to the slaughter, stopping a yard in front of him. His stance was confident. His golden body was well-built and ready for battle. His closely shaved head and brooding expression all made for a heady combination. Previous thoughts that Jake had put in my head melted away as I stood before him. When our eyes met, my stomach twisted in anticipation. Those were not the feelings I had a minute ago when he approached me. Where had the fear gone? That’s what I was supposed to be feeling.
“Have you done any martial arts before?” he asked.
“No,” I said quietly.
“I’m gonna take you through some Krav Maga.”
I nodded, taking in what he was saying.
“There are certain pressure points on the body, weak spots if you like, that could practically bring a man to his knees.”
A small snort escaped me when he said that. I found it childishly funny. What I wouldn’t give to be able to bring a man to his knees with one touch, jeez!
He tilted his head to the side slightly, and the look on his face said he was about to walk away. “Look, if you’re not serious about this, I’m not gonna waste my time.” He narrowed his eyes at me.
I dipped my head and instantly composed myself. I apologized to him in the most sincere voice I could, looking
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