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tapping the corner of his eye. “You’ll line.”
     
    *
     
    Paulo was behind his desk, pretending to work. He didn’t keep the books, and outside of the seasonal classes, the four trainers on staff arranged their own schedules with their clients. Odds were he was cruising the Internet or playing poker. Oksana lingered in the doorway until he looked up from his monitor.
    “Come in. I hate when you do that,” he said, letting his Italian accent slip a little. It was always strongest during business hours.
    “Sorry.” Oksana collapsed on his couch and stretched her legs out in front of her. It always took a little while to get out of stand and encourage mode. She watched the subtle light changes from the monitor dance across Paulo’s bronze face for a few moments, and then she stopped being a punk.
    “I slept with Annie Collins.”
    Paulo froze, but he didn’t turn. “Will she be a problem?”
    For me, yes. For the gym … “No.” Oksana thought of that final text. It hurt like hell, but Annie had gotten the point, and as far as Oksana knew, they were on for Saturday. Annie’s wedding was still on.
    “Good.” Paulo relaxed and spun his chair in Oksana’s direction, his running shorts bunching a bit over his muscular thighs.
    Paul Taylor was a dark-haired, corn-fed, farm boy from Missouri. After a career in acting didn’t pan out and he realized fucking other men was much better when it wasn’t in exchange for bit parts, he took on a new persona: Paulo, Italian fitness master.
    Oksana, one other trainer, and Paul’s partner, Bettino, an authentic Italian, were the only ones who knew the truth.
    When he spoke again, Paulo was gone. “Was she any good?” he asked with a glint in his eye. Oksana liked it when he let his Midwest out. He seemed more honest in their conversations then and she felt less like the only foreigner in the room.
    “It was fucking amazing.”
    “How’d that happen anyhow? Her wedding’s what, two months out?”
    “A little more. She…” Oksana hesitated before she told the whole truth. “She kissed me last night in the parking lot.”
    “Okay that kind of shit can’t happen.”
    “I know. I know!” Oksana groaned, rubbing her face. “I told her last night. No more of, I don’t know, whatever it was. It’s over.”
    “Good. I hate straight people.” Paul rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. “Well, at least you got some. It’s been a while.”
    “Thanks.”
    “Don’t mention it,” Paul replied, flashing a handsome grin. “How about a new victim?”
    “Stewart asked for Saturday, noon,” she told him before he committed her elsewhere.
    Paul grabbed a pen and scribbled that down. “Won’t be a problem. I got a call from Overhouse this morning. They are casting Angels of the Prairie Run .”
    Oksana had heard a while ago that the film adaptation of the New York Times bestselling novel had started pre-production. She’d actually read the book. The historical drama was a quick break from the biographies she’d been gobbling up in her free time. The book was pretty good. Hopefully, the movie would be good too.
    “When they’re ready, they want us to train their leads. It may be nothing major, but…”
    “I know. They have to be a believable nineteenth century skinny, not runway skinny.”
    Paul tapped his nose. “Right on the head, sweetie. What do you say?”
    All the clients of Elite Fitness were high-end, but the other trainers had issues getting starstruck. Oksana would take a fork to the eye before she got in bed with an actor. Plus, she felt like she owed Paul after the Collins affair.
    “I’m in.” A new client was always a fresh start, exactly what she needed.
    “It might be early mornings,” Paul said. “Very early, but I’ll give you your afternoons for the contract. I’ll have Martin handle the Pilates class.”
    “Deal.”
    “It might be a while or it might be soon, but they’re willing to pay for you.”
    “Oh? So you didn’t