“Do the move again, only tuck your left hand behind my head to where it’s touching your shoulder instead of sitting on my head, and then push your head against mine. This way it locks your hands in to where I can’t pull them down.”
I do as he instructed, and when he tries to pull my arms, it’s unsuccessful.
“See. It works. But if you don’t wear panties that would distract me too.” He winks and my thighs clench wanting so much to grant his wish.
For the next two hours he teaches me how to do a few basic moves. How to duck and weave, and keep my foot work more firm and not so loose. Of course they are all laced with suggestive comments that has me ready to explode.
Camden Steel is like a snake in the ring. Quick and unpredictable. I, on the other hand, am about to pass out from lack of oxygen. I really have to get my endurance up.
Sitting down to take a break, he hands me a bottle of cold water.
“You’re a natural Tate.” He sits down next me. I look down, not good with compliments.
“I don’t know about that,” I chuckle, looking at the plastic bottle. “Sometimes I think I should just stick with boxing instead of attempting MMA.”
He shakes his head in disagreement, taking a sip of his sports drink. The way his lips curve around it makes mine pout, wanting to be on the receiving end. Fuck Thomas and Debs.
“Stop looking at me like that.” He doesn’t even look at me; he can just feel me looking at him. Quickly I look down and bite my lip to keep from blushing.
“It takes a lot to premeditate your next move, to be able to use your whole body like you do. You need to use it.”
The door rings as a tall slender woman walks in. She has dark short hair and is tanned an amazing brown. She has an off the shoulder shirt exposing her skin and has on some very revealing shorts.
“I think she might be lost,” I tilt the bottle of water in her direction.
Her eyes gaze over the gym before landing on us, shining with recognition at Camden.
She beams with a cheesy smile and sashays toward us.
“Camden baby!” she coos and my stomach drops. I eye Camden, curious if he’s going to introduce me. Is this his girlfriend?
“Tate, why don’t you go clean up?” Camden suggests standing up. My chest fumes with anger. Is he fucking serious?
I can’t keep my mouth from parting in disbelief.
Not giving me a chance to cuss him out he walks toward her.
Pursing my lips in anger, my mind runs with violent thoughts as I get up and walk to the other side of the ring. But I don’t leave. I’m curious who this woman is and if Camden won’t tell me... I’ll find out for myself.
They whisper to each other to where I can’t hear a word that is being said, and she touches his face in an alluring matter. I can literally feel my nostrils flare with jealousy. They are intimately close, that’s for sure.
The hair on my arms stands straight as I watch her flirt with him. She’s really pretty. Her makeup is done flawlessly, her legs long and model worthy. I can’t help the urge to grab her by the hair and smash her pretty little face into the side of the ring.
I turn away from them, the mirror throwing my reflection back at me. My hair is in a messy bun. I have no makeup on and I’m covered in sweat. I hate that I don’t feel comfortable in dresses, that I can’t wear makeup and feel flawless.
I never feel insecure, but I do now. Closing my eyes, I look away from the mirror and back at the horror show happening before me.
The woman’s eyes furrow with an unreadable look and she walks away, her arm outstretched like she just can’t let him go. I want to strike her in the face bad. Most importantly, I want to break Camden’s jaw for toying with my heart.
“Who was that?” I can’t help the anger dripping from the question.
“Nobody,” Camden replies turning toward me. “It’s about time to go, you want to hit the showers?”
“No, I don’t,” I quip, my eyebrows rising.
“Okay… let’s practice a few moves I taught you,” he suggests, getting in form.
I can’t believe this; he’s just going to act like his girlfriend didn’t just walk in here.
This is where slutty kitty and I differ. I won’t be a Camden Steel play toy. No matter how much I want to be with him again.
He gets into stance and I take a jab at him, my fist making a whoosh sound from the amount of anger behind it. The power in my strike doesn’t go unnoticed as his eyes flash with a look of concern.
“Easy,” he warns. I scoff.
I jab, this time hitting him in the gut. He lowers his fists, ready to scold me and I do a basic leg take down throwing him to the ground with a thud.
“What the hell Tate?” He glares at me pissed. He takes control, slipping from my hold and maneuvering on top of me with ease. His body straddling mine.
“Sorry, if you wanted it easy you should have asked your girlfriend to get in the ring with you!” My head rises off the floor, getting right in his face.
“That is what this is about?” He looks amused, and it makes me angry. Using my hips I buck them, trying to throw him off.
Sweat trickles down my back from the amount of rage pouring through me.