Page 2 of Sitting Pretty

But with this goddess? No way in hell.

“Are you intimidated by me?” I also jump off the treadmill, ignoring Babs, who is behind me, calling my name.

“I don’t scare easily,Lucas.” She glances over my shoulder, presumably picking up my name from Babs.

I pull a business card out of my pocket. “Why don’t you call me?”

She looks at the card and then hands it back to me before turning and walking away. “No, thanks.”

“Lucas.” Babs clutches my arm. “Are you trying to book new clients on my time?”

I can’t tear my eyes off my goddess as she walks away. Her ass is thick and round, her thighs luscious. And while her body is perfect, face beautiful, it’s her attitude that has me hooked. “Of course not. I thought I knew her from somewhere.”

“Probably Dunkin Donuts.” Babs snorts.

“Excuse me.” I swing toward my client, anger simmering in my chest. “What did you say?”

She flashes a set of perfectly capped teeth and hits me with a sickly sweet baby voice. “I know you would never put garbage in your body, Lucas.”

“You’d be surprised how hard garbage is to avoid sometimes.” I mutter, looking around for one of the other trainers. I know most of the patrons here are shallow pieces of shit, but I can’t play nice with Babs right now. Not when I’m this pissed off. “I don’t think you got your heart rate up. Let’s hit the floor mats.”

We walk over to a corner of the gym, and I instruct her to do a series of squats, lunges, and burpees.

“Are you punishing me?” Babs bats her fake lashes.

“You have a tropical resort vacation coming up, yes?” I make eye contact with Chaz and motion for him to come our way.

“Yes, to the Bahamas. Have you changed your mind about coming with me?”

“No.” I shake my head, disgusted by the idea, especially now. “But if you want to get your butt bikini bottom ready, you will do three sets of each, starting now.”

A mesh of disappointment and indignation cross her Botox-frozen face. She’s pouting as Chaz walks up. “What’s up, man?”

“Can you take over for me? I’ve got something I need to take care of, but Babs here has a beach to get ready for and forty-five minutes left on her session.”

Chaz raises his brow. “Am I completely taking over?”

He’s asking about any potential tips or future appointments, both of which I’m more than willing to give up.

I nod. “Yeah.”

“I’ll take care of her.” He flashes her a smile, and I don’t wait to hear her complaints.

Ten minutes later, I’m walking through the machines, looking for my goddess. I walk through the different studios and around the pools, and then I see her ducking into the locker rooms. I lean against the wall and cross my arms over my chest, nodding at a few past clients while waiting for what feels like forever for the mother of my future children to arrive.

My goddess appears and immediately locks eyes with me. She stumbles over her feet, glances around and then walks right to me. “Are you stalking me?”

Oh, fuck, I love how she hits me head on. This woman is ballsy, no bullshit, like the fifty-year-olds who come on to me without theI’m hanging a big check over your headvibe.

“I’d like to say no, but I’m not sure my actions wouldn’t condemn me in a court of law.”

Chuckling, she rolls her eyes. “Look, you’re cute, but I’m here on a three-day guest pass and after twenty minutes, I’m positive I won’t be paying the exorbitant membership fees. Therefore, I’m not looking for a personal trainer.”

I push myself off the wall and pull her gym bag off her shoulder. “That’s good, because I’m not booking new clients.”

“Then why did you give me your card?”

“I wanted you to call me, but now I’ll take your number instead.”

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