Page 51 of Fierce-Michael

But she was proven wrong when she opened the door. It wasn’t packed, but there were more than normal here.

And some that were here, were women she’d talked to in the past.

Now they’d want to talk to her and know the scoop.

She signed them both in. “Do you want to do cardio or just lift weights?”

“Do I need to warm up at all?” she asked.

“It will help to do that,” he said. “I don’t need you hurt.”

“You could carry me back and I’ll be fine.”

“I could,” he said, smiling. There were a lot of eyes on them. Good. She had one hot boyfriend by her side. Not just hot, but huge!

There was a treadmill open next to an elliptical bike.

“I’ll get on the bike if you want the treadmill.”

“Thanks,” he said. “I don’t do well on those bikes for some reason.”

“It’s fine,” she said. They both climbed on and she started low to warm up. “How long?”

“Twenty minutes is good,” he said. “Can you work up a sweat in that time?”

She turned and he was smirking at her. “Only if you do.”

“I’ll run if it helps.”

“Please do,” she said, lifting her eyebrows.

He started to walk and within a few minutes was running. It was obvious he was a runner at some point in his life.

When their twenty minutes were up, she got off and grabbed her water. Her heart was racing as she’d never gone that fast before and was trying to keep up with him.

“Guess you can sweat fast,” he said, leaning down to say that in her ear.

“You didn’t notice that the other night?” she asked, running her hand down his damp arm.

His face turned a little pink and she was glad to get the upper hand on him.

“I was too busy noticing other things,” he said. “Let’s just do a few basic things. Quads, hamstrings and chest. No reason to overdo it.”

“That works for me,” she said. “If I’m going to be sore tomorrow, I want it for another reason.”

She’d said that quietly too. “You’re trying to wind me up,” he said.

“Is it working?”

“It was working the minute I saw you in that outfit,” he said.

She laughed and knew it drew more eyes to them again.

One by one they went to the machines and he showed her how to use them after he’d done it. He looked muscular to her, but when he started to put some weights behind it, the muscles just protruded even more.

When he was getting off the chest press, she moved over and said low for his ears only, “Any woman would want you just watching you doing this.”

“I don’t want just any woman,” he said.

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