Elsa wouldn’t call her mother. One of the few things that was guaranteed to put a smile on her mother’s face was that club.
Deleting the message, she glanced across the deli to see Noah being served. She didn’t know why she was telling him all of this stuff, and it really unnerved her with how easy it was to talk to him. He didn’t judge her.
This guy, he was like an entirely different guy from the one in high school, and yet, he wasn’t.
Thinking back hard, Elsa couldn’t actually recall Noah doing or saying anything mean to her directly. The only drama she remembered was that of his ex, Jessica.
It didn’t matter.
She didn’t understand why she was thinking about him or their past together. They’d always been near to each other, just never friends. Pushing her crazy thoughts aside, she watched as he placed a bagel with low fat spread and chicken in front of her.
“Wow, I have to say I thought I was going to get cardboard,” she said.
“Nah. Believe it or not, I do have a need for proper food. Preferably homemade. I don’t like crap in my diet. I even believe in eating dessert as well, but that’s a strict treat.”
Elsa chuckled. “What do you think of my eating diary?”
“I can see where you can make some changes. I grabbed a pen from the lady behind the counter.”
He opened her book and started making notes.
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Noah didn’t know what to do. On the one hand, he wanted her to lose weight for her mother. When he actually thought about it, he didn’t want to help her for her mother. Elsa was fine. Yes, her figure was bigger than a lot of the girls he’d been with, but she was fucking hot. He wished he could get her into clothes that actually showed off that hourglass figure. She’d have guys drooling after her. Of course, then when he thought about it, he didn’t want to allow her to have others know.
It had been one week of training with her, and he liked her. He really liked her. She was fun, and honest. When they were together, she wasn’t always holding a mirror up to her face, or thrusting a camera begging for him to tell him how he felt.
For once in his life, he really liked a girl.
There had been lots of girls, and women, along the way ever since he’d discovered how much he liked sex, and he liked it a lot. None of the women had ever made he feel like this. He’d certainly never felt relaxed in the gym, working out with one of them.
Having Elsa close her eyes while she ran, gave him the perfect opportunity to observe her, without her even knowing it. Her tits, they had given him a boner, which he had to think of his grandmother to get rid of.
Earlier, when she had been bent over, he’d been unable to ignore how hot she was. Her ass thrust up, almost begging for him to sink his cock inside her.
Damn, he was bad. Fuck. Elsa was trusting him, and all he could think about was getting her naked, and fucking her.
They were both eighteen years old, and he’d never pressure her.
She doesn’t even know that you like her!
Staring down at her food diary, he saw that she actually ate pretty well. There were exercises that Elsa could do that would keep her figure, improve her fitness, and it meant she’d stay the shape she was but be healthy.
“What is it?” she asked. She took a bite of the bagel he’d bought her, and she moaned, her eyes closing as she licked the cream cheese from her lips. “That is so damn tasty. How did I not know about this place?”
“It’s a closely guarded secret.”
“Well, I’m glad that I’m on your side. I get to share in your secret.” She winked at him. “So, boss, where do you think I need to improve my awesomeness?”
“We can cut out the snacks, and change your soda for some smoothies or water.” He made a few more notes and handed it back to her. “I want you to keep up with this, and at the end, we’ll do some results.” He took a bite of his bagel, and watched as she nodded.
“None of this will alert my mom?” she asked.
“None at all. The smoothies can just be down to a preference. Maybe say you had it with a friend.”
“I like that. I must get Kim to like those smoothies.”
He grabbed his cell phone, and started locating a great website. “What’s your phone number?”
“Why?”
“I can email you this good site with great smoothie recipes.”
“Oh, of course, silly me.” She gave him her number and her email address.
“Great.” He took another bite of his bagel.
“This is really good stuff.”