Page 5 of Ashley & the A-Listers

“Yes, you got it,” she said.

His gaze was concentrated when he lifted his arms and found his stance. He sucked in a breath and then executed a perfect roundhouse kick.

Her lips curled in approval, and she clapped. “Perfect. See? Easy.”

“That felt great,” he said, and lifted his hand for a high five.

Ashley met him in the middle, their hands colliding with a slap that echoed around the empty gym.

“Glad I could help,” she said, and let her hand fall away. “Do it again.”

He seemed surprised by the challenge, but took his stance and completed another kick. Then another.

He was out of breath by the time he asked, “So do you accost all your new gym members, or did you get tired of watching me suffer?” he asked.

Ashley’s heart dropped before she caught the smirk on his face.He’s joking.“Just the ones I think need help,” she mused, matching his energy. “And it’s not my gym, I just work here.”

He huffed with his next attempt. “How many times am I going to do this?”

“Until you don’t have to think about it,” she told him, lightly touching his left shoulder, bringing it down to a more natural position. Their gazes locked for a split second before she cleared her throat. “Again.”

“When I heard Stellan MacKey trained here, I just knew I had to come see it for myself,” Cameron said, some of his words emphasized as he expelled a breath to kick.

“A fan?” Ashley asked, watching his form and eying the placement of his feet.

She wasn’t admiring him or checking him out. She was studying his movements, that’s all.

Sureeee.

“Very much so,” he answered, breathless, chest heaving beneath that tank top. Was it warm in here? “He kicked ass last season.”

“And he’ll kick ass this season, too,” Ashley told him. She knew, because she’d been witness to a few of his training sessions. He usually brought a pack member with him to train, and Ashley often found herself staring at them, admiring from afar how a pack dynamic like that worked.

Two omegas was a little wild. Ashley would be fucking honored if she could findoneomega. Hell, she wouldn’t snub her nose at a beta. Another alpha, even!

Cameron dropped his foot back into a basic stance, glancing over at her for approval.

Her inner alpha preened at the thought, cheeks warm.

He eyed her for a moment, then cocked his head to the side. “Would you want to show me a few more things?”

She shouldn’t. She really, really— “Are there other moves you need help with?”

“I’m sure I can come up with something,” he muttered, so low she almost couldn’t hear it.

Oh. Wait, was he hitting on her? Did he mean?—

Her heart flipped over in her chest, playing dead, and she cleared her throat into her curled fist, hiding a smile and hoping her scent wasn’t giving her away.

“I’d be happy to,” she admitted. “Now switch legs.”

He looked disappointed, but switched his stance.

“Okay, this sucks already,” he said. “It doesn’t feel as balanced on this side.”

Ashley chuckled, pushing her thoughts away. “It will by the time I’m through with you,” she said.

His lips quirked at that and heat rushed to her cheeks. That sounded much more suggestive than she’d meant it to.

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