Page 99 of Stiletto's Savior

“Sure thing.” He smirks, sensing my urgency. “Final thoughts?”

“Just come to the gym. Let’s make it a home for everyone. Doesn’t matter if you have little ones. We have an in house daycare who will watch them while you get your workout in.” I step back, relieved as he nods and signals for the next one.

He gestures toward another journalist, and I’m already backing away. “What a nice bonus for everyone.”

“Thanks.” My heart races, but I push through the crowd, weaving past cameras and curious faces.

I need some damn air.

Another voice calls. “Hey, Miles!”

I turn, catching sight of a familiar face among the throng. “Yeah?”

“Is it true you’re opening more locations?”

“Maybe one day,” I keep walking, focused on Stiletto.

I don’t want to get caught in another round of questions.

“Excited for the future?”

“Definitely.” My voice is firm.

No bullshit.

I reach Song just as another wave of questions starts swirling around me again.

The last interviewer walks away, and I take a deep breath, grateful they gave up.

The energy in the gym buzzes around me—heavy bags swinging, weights clanging, voices rising in laughter and sweat.

“That was a nice interview,” she teases, tilting her head.

“Yeah? You think I should have said more?”

“Honestly? Nah. You nailed it.”

I close the distance, pulling her into me.

Our lips collide, urgency sparking through me.

It’s electric, passionate, everything I yearn for.

“Wow, getting bold, huh?” she breathes, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze.

“Just showing you what you were missing,” I reply, my voice low.

She rolls her eyes, but a blush creeps into her cheeks. “Right. Is there anything else we need to do?” Her brows knit together as she scans the room.

“Maybe check in with Nova? Make sure she has everything covered.” I nod toward the front desk where Nova, Roxy’s daughter, is busy organizing the schedules.

She’s got a knack for running things smoothly.

“Good call.” Stiletto glances over. “How many trainers are we still looking for?”

“Just two more,” I reply, mentally kicking myself for not finding them faster. “We want the best. Keep this place rolling.”

“Yeah, and keep the club kids employed.” She leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching the crowd.

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