Page 13 of Bewitch

“Sure. Can you tell me what we’re going to work on? Which body part? So I know what to stretch?”

He smirks. “Until further notice, we’ll be doing whole body workouts every day.”

“So none of my body gets a chance to relax.”

“That’s what your one day a week rest day is for, unless you plan on keeping that an active rest day?”

“I might go for a walk at the very least.”

“I would hope you would do some walking every day,” he counters easily enough. “You don’t use a scooter or a wheelchair, do you?”

“How ableist of you.”

“I’m merely pointing out that you need to be as active as possible. If you can, walk everywhere. Don’t every use an elevator. Do you go to high school? Shove as many textbooks—”

“High school?” I interrupt. “Would I be here if I went to high school? No, I would still be in school. I’m in college, thank you very much. Just how old do you think I am?”

“That’s a question that I know better than to answer. Now, stop stalling and stretch.”

My nostrils flare, and I want to ask him if he’s a high school dropout, but I don’t. That would be rude, and I’m not going to stoop to his level.

Instead, I start to stretch some. I’ve done some workouts before from online stuff so I know what I’m doing to some degree.

“Are you going to ask your question or nor?” Lucas asks as he watches me for a few seconds before glancing around the gym and then looking at me again.

I grimace. “Abs are made… I need help figuring out my—”

“Hold up. Your goal is to have abs?”

I shake my head. “No, not at all. Not possible.”

“Depends on your attitude as far as what’s possible and what isn’t,” he says. “Your attitude leaves a lot to be desired.”

“Same could be said about you,” I say coolly. “How about you help me figure out what my diet should be?”

“What is your endgame goal?”

I shake my head. “I haven’t thought about—”

“You wouldn’t have signed up for a trainer if you didn’t have a goal in mind, or else you’re setting yourself up for failing. How can I help you if you aren’t being honest with me? If you aren’t even honest yourself, how can anyone help you?”

“I want to lose weight.”

“That’s all?”

“I want to look good naked.”

There. I’ve said it.

Lucas snorts. He fucking snorts.

“Yeah, I’m not sure that’ll ever happen. Maybe keep some brown bags available to put over your head.”

CHAPTER6

I’m seething, and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to hit someone more than I wanted to right now.

He has the audacity to wink at me. “Anger. Good. That’ll help you maybe burn a few more calories.”

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