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He swings his legs around and takes the weird steps down off the berth. I hike myself up onto my elbows again to watch him walk out. That man really knows how to make an exit. He shuts the door behind him. Which is fine.
I stare out the side porthole. I wish I had my phone with me in here so I could take a picture to send to Aubrey. She’d lose her mind. And then she’d tell me exactly what I already know—that I can’t sleep with him again until he’s read the emails.
I need to have an unwritten code of conduct too.
CHAPTER 23
BRAD
The sliding doors from the lobby open again, and once again, someone who isn’t Vivian walks through them.
The amount of disappointment I feel is…disappointing.
“Christ on a cream puff, Mitch.” Larry’s doing seated leg curls and I’ve lost count of his reps, and even though this isn’t a training session, that is inexcusable. “You’ve gone way beyond Pussy Face. You’ve got Pussy Soul, my friend. What exactly did she do to you on my boat?”
I made sure to leave no trace of anything we did on his boat before we disembarked. Not that we did that much. Once was enough. For yesterday. That’s a lie—it wasn’t anywhere near enough. Today is a new day, and I’m ready to negotiate terms with Vivian. But I will never be ready to talk to Larry about what we did on his boat or anywhere else. “I think we can add another weight plate” is my reply.
“Fair enough, bruh,” he says, shaking his head.
And then, across the gym, the sliding doors open and Vivian does walk through them. She is somehow more beautiful today than ever before. Her dark hair is billowing around hershoulders, which is not appropriate for working out, but I don’t even care because she’s hot and I want her mouth on my cock again.
She doesn’t do the usual friendly scan of the room as she enters. She probably knows that Cindy and the girls aren’t here right now. She’s on time for our session and heading directly toward me. As much as her directness pains me, I have come to expect and desire it. I’ll think about what that means later.
“Good evening, Captain,” she says as she stops in front of me. She’s wearing workout clothes that are not as revealing as the ones she wore last week. Loose T-shirt over her tank top, joggers instead of leggings. But that does nothing to hide the curves that taunt me from under those layers.
She smiles over at Larry. “Hi, Larry. Thanks again for the use of your yacht. It was a really lovely day.”
“My pleasure, darlin’.” He winks at her. “She’s all yours whenever you feel like going for a cruise.”
She looks back over at me. “Shall we have a chat in your office?”
That is a different tone for her, but I’m into it. “Yes, let’s have a chat in my office.”
We both gesture for the other to lead the way, probably because we want to see each other’s butts. I end up going first. My gift to her. She shuts my office door behind us and opens up her giant shoulder bag.
She hands me a printout of the weekly questionnaire. She’s filled it out already.
What is your ultimate goal for these personal-training sessions?To continue boning Brad Mitchell.
Why?Because he enjoys it.
How much water did you drink today?Barely enough to replenish the fluids I lost over the weekend from not-working-out reasons.
What are your strengths?Fellatio.
What are your weaknesses?Too good at fellatio.
I fold up the paper, tear it into twenty pieces, and drop them in the recycling bin. “Ms. Sparks. If you aren’t going to take these training sessions seriously…”
“Oh, calm down and check your email. I sent you my real answers when I was at the office.”
“That was a waste of paper.”
“No, I think it was worth it to see the look on your face while you read it.” She removes two manila envelopes from her bag and hands them to me.
“What’s this?”
“One contains some notes on wording for your employee handbook. I haven’t seen what you’ve got in your current handbook, but I had some ideas and did some research on my lunch break. Don’t worry—I won’t bill you for it. The other envelope contains an affidavit stating that I, Vivian Sparks, will not sue or threaten to sue you or write any negative reviews online, that any intimate activity between us is consensual and in fact was initiated by me. I had my friend notarize it.”
