Ravenous (Steel Brothers Saga 11)
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“Hi. You wanted to see me?”
I looked up. A tall guy with black hair and olive skin stood in the room. I rose and held out my hand. “Yeah, Bryce Simpson.”
He shifted slightly. Probably just my imagination.
“Dominic James.” He took my hand. “Amber says you’re looking for a trainer.”
“I am. Nothing major. Just need to get back in shape, you know?”
He glanced away from me for a second. “You look pretty good. I assume you just want to work on some definition?”
Why had he glanced away if he was assessing my physique?
“Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “Right.”
“You a member here?”
“No, I usually just pay the daily fee.”
“If you want to buy a membership, I can give you a discount on training.”
I didn’t have the money or time for a membership, and I wasn’t really interested in training. I was interested in learning more about this guy Marj was training with.
“Tell you what,” I said. “Can we set up a trial session before I buy a membership?”
“Sure. Great idea. What’s your schedule look like?”
Man, I really hadn’t thought this through. As of Monday, I’d be knee-deep into Steel financials. I wouldn’t have time to leave the ranch to work out. “Do you have weekend hours?”
“Sure. I’m here today, aren’t I?”
Right. Today was Saturday. “Perfect. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions first?”
“Not at all. Shoot.”
“Where did you study?”
“UCLA, bachelor’s and master’s in PE.”
Funny, he didn’t look like a California guy. He was about as far from a blond surfer as could be.
“And experience?”
“Three years personal training. Just moved here from Cali. I actually trained a few lesser-known celebrities. I don’t have Beyoncé and Jay-Z as references, but I’ve worked with some great athletes and with some up-and-coming actors.”
“Good. Good.” What else? I didn’t really give a rat’s ass what kind of training the guy had. I wanted to know what he was doing with Marjorie Steel.
“I have an opening tomorrow if you want it. We can see if the chemistry’s right.”
“Great. I’ll take it.”
“It’s early. Six a.m.”
“On a Sunday?”
“Weekends are my busiest time, man. You know. Most people work during the week and all.”
“Right. But six a.m.?”