Page 10 of Fit for Love

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Kendall,” I say with exaggerated politeness.“I wish you luck with all your future endeavors.”

The only thing that gives me the strength to walk away from her and back to the men’s locker room is the knowledge that, unbeknownst to her, we’ll be meeting again shortly.

I’m changing quicklywhen I get a call from Marcus, who sounds annoyed that I didn’t reply to his last text.

“I was with a client,” I say.“Sorry about canceling.I’ll have to kick your ass some other time.”

And I truly am sorry.Despite his riches, Marcus takes little joy in life, so sparring with me is probably the highlight of his week.

“How about we see whose ass gets kicked tomorrow afternoon?”Marcus says.“Assuming that fits into your oh-so-busy schedule.”

“Tomorrow works.But are you really giving me shit about the one time I have a work conflict?You do this to me all the fucking time.”

“It’s happened three times,” Marcus retorts.“And once, you only thought we had a session, but we did not.”

He’s keeping score?Why am I not surprised?Attention to detail is one of the many skills that have helped my friend score billions of rich people’s money to manage in his fund.

“Fine.You’ve canceled three times, and I’ve only done it once,” I say.“So I can move two more sessions before you have the right to?—”

Fucker.He hung up on me.But hey, in the time it took to have that conversation, he probably missed a chance to make a few million.So I guess we’re even.

Not for the first time, I wonder what it would be like if I were as rich as my parents have always pushed me to be.On the one hand, I could hire a Mexican food truck to follow me around all day, so I could get tacos whenever I want.But then my parents would learn about my success and be all “see, we told you to do that,” and that would suck ass.I know they wish for a son who’s more like Marcus.Unfortunately, they have me.

Maybe if they’d been no-good alcoholics like Marcus’s mom, I would’ve had some of his ambition.Then again?—

Shit.Kendall.I have to hurry.

Tying my laces, I make my way outside and wait for my quarry to appear.

Chapter5

Kendall

It takesme a few seconds to realize Ash just walked away without asking me out.

What the actual fuck?

He didn’t ask for my number either.Or give me his.Or?—

Wait, do I wish he’d done any of those things?

No way.But it would’ve been great for my bruised ego.

Asshole.I bet he knew I’d turn him down, so he didn’t bother.Then again, he doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who would have a problem handling rejection—not when he can crook a finger at any female in his vicinity and she’d come running.Come to think of it, is it possible he’s never been rejected?If so, maybe he didn’t want to know what that feels like.

As I change in the locker room, I dwell on this topic and decide that the reason I’m so upset is that I was confident he would ask me out.

I mean, why else check if I were single, right?

That’s like leading a woman on.

Damn it.

Enough.

“Excuse me,” I say to one of the cleaners when she enters the locker room.“What do I do with the dirty clothes?”

“Throw away the socks and put the rest in here.”She points at a large hamper nearby.

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