“To tell you the truth, I’m not that confident.” She gets the fork from my hand and twirls it herself. “I’m not even confident I can get out of my bed once I’m in there. I just feel so full, like an anaconda after a meal. I must have gained ten pounds.”
“Then why don’t you spend a few minutes at the gym with me tomorrow morning?” I suggest, resting my jaw on my hand as I look at her.
“Gym?”
“Yup. You know, that place with the dumbbells and the benches and all those nice machines. My favorite place in all the world.”
“I know what a gym is,” she tells me, lifting her head. “I’ve just never been to one.”
“Well, you’re in luck because I happen to have one.”
“I knew that.”
“So, let’s work out a bit tomorrow? Burn some calories and get rid of the pounds from those burgers?”
She frowns. “Are you challenging me, too?”
“I’m offering you a chance to feel better,” I say.
And to spend some time with me.
“Fine. I’ll meet you at the gym tomorrow after David has gone to school.”
“Good.” I give her a wide smile. “I’ll be waiting. And you don’t have to worry about a thing. I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”
***
“So, this is the bench press.” I point to the equipment as we walk through the gym. “It’s one of my best friends. And this here is the dipping bar and that’s the squat station and that there is the leg extension machine.”
“Leg extension machine?” Sabrina lifts an eyebrow. “It sounds like a torture device. Actually, most of these machines do. They look like it, too.”
I chuckle. “Oh, come on. They’re not that bad. Anyway, you’re not going to use any of those. You’re just going to stick to the cardio equipment and then maybe do ten dumbbell rows for strength.”
“Okay.” She still doesn’t look happy.
“Hey. Chin up. Whatever happened to that girl power, huh?”
“I just feel a little out of my depth here. That’s all. But I’m ready.”
I smile. “That’s the spirit. Now, let’s start some breathing exercises and some stretches.”
“All right.”
I stand a few feet across her and start warming up, setting examples for her to follow. Then when we’re done, I gesture to the treadmill.
“Now, let’s try this one, all right?”
“Are you sure that it’s okay for me to wear this, though?” She looks at her shirt, jogging pants and sneakers.
“Yup. It will do for now. I’ll just have to get you some proper clothes later on.”
I can just imagine how hot she’ll look in a sports bra and tight shorts.
She frowns. “You mean, I have to do this regularly?”
“Come on. You’ll love it. And it’s good for you.”
Sabrina sighs. “Why is it that most things that are good for you are so damn hard?”
“Hey. Enough with the complaints. Just step up on the machine and we’ll get you started.”
She obeys. “All I have to do is run on this one, right?”
“Yup.”
As she jogs, her breasts bounce and I fix my gaze to the machine and force myself to remain calm. Every part of me.
I’ve trained many women before. I’ve never looked at them the way I’m watching her.
After a few minutes, I move her to the stair mill, then the elliptical trainer. Finally, we go to one of the benches for the rows.
“So, just put your left knee and your left hand on this bench,” I instruct. “Keep your other foot on the floor.”
“Like this?”
“Move your hand forward so that your back is parallel to the bench,” I say as I stand over her then behind her, checking her form.
For a moment, I grip her hips as I adjust her body but move away as I realize how awkward that feels. Her position is awkward enough as it is, making me want to just slide and settle, nestled against her ass.
Maybe this was a bad idea after all.
No. This is a serious workout, not play, so I have to be more serious. I’m supposed to be guiding her, not letting my imagination and my hormones get the better of me.
“Now, with your right hand, just pick that dumb bell on the floor and pull it up to your side, making sure you squeeze those back muscles,” I continue. “And then lower the dumb bell back to the floor slowly.”
She does that.
“That’s good. Now, do that five more times.”
Two… Three… Four… Five…
“Now, let’s switch to the other side.” I go around the bench. “Just put your right knee and your right hand on the bench and pick up the dumbbell with your left hand.”
She starts.
“That’s it. Beautiful. One… Two…”
Suddenly, though, she drops the dumbbell, falling off the bench. I catch her in my arms in time but I’m still worried as I look at her expression of pain and fear.
“Sabrina?”
“Sorry. I just…” She rubs her arm. “I guess my left arm isn’t a hundred percent yet.”
“Yet? Were you injured?”
Stupid. I should have asked that at the start.
“It’s nothing. I just…” Sabrina stops, staring at me, this time with an expression of surprise.
I feel my heart stop as well, her face just inches from mine, her body still against me. We’re so close I can smell her shampoo and the fresh sweat off her skin, so close I can feel her breathing and the heat from her body that’s still on edge from her workout.
Fuck.
She must feel how close our bodies are, too, because quickly, she picks herself up and scrambles away from me.
“I think that’s enough for today, don’t you?”
I can only nod.
“Good. I’ll go take a shower.”
Without waiting for me to say anything, she runs off. I stay on the floor, sighing, then frown as I look down at my pants.
I suppose I should take a shower as well.
Messy
Sabrina
I shouldn’t have agreed to work out with Randall, I scold myself as I stand in the shower, letting the water cool my body and wash the sweat away.
I should have kept my distance. I should have stayed away from him.
If I had, I wouldn’t have seen him in those workout clothes, which make him look ten times hotter than usual. If I had, I wouldn’t have had to drool over those gorgeous muscles. If I had, my heart wouldn’t have raced as I felt his gaze on me, over me and I wouldn’t have felt a shiver up my spine at his every touch. If I had, I wouldn’t have tumbled into his arms, speechless under those waves of heat and desire coming off him.
Heat and desire.
I thought he was interested in me but now, he wants me?
I know he does. That look he had in his eyes was the same Vince had when he was trying to seduce me and like before, I find myself melting, wanting to give in, wanting him back.
Even now, as I close my eyes and remember it, I can feel heat flowing through my veins, my breasts tingling and my sex swelling, aching.
I almost stroke it, my hand feeling compelled to, but I reach for the soap instead as I open my eyes, turning the knob with my other hand to make the water slightly colder.
No. I must fight this. I mustn’t want Randall.