Falling Hard

Something always came up right before she left, keeping me from making my move.

As soon as Erica entered the gym today, she looked a little upset. I watched her from my office, attempting to get my instant hard-on to go down because I had to find out what was wrong. That was another problem. With a gym full of people, how was I supposed to walk out sporting an overwhelmingly obvious tent in my shorts?

I gripped it like I planned to rip the bastard off, but nothing would calm it. Since I first saw her, I had refused to even put on gym shorts. As soon as my morning workout was done, I slipped on my slacks and polo. Tucking my dick under my belt, I let my polo hide the tip as best as it could.

When I walked out onto the main floor, she’d been talking to Santos, one of my other trainers who’d be looking for another job very soon. Visions of throwing him to the ground and beating him to a pulp flitted across my mind. By the time I reached them, I was livid.

“Santos, get back to work,” I growled out, giving him the sternest warning glare possible. I’d hate to have to fire one of my best employees, but he crossed a line. Even if I hadn’t made it clear to everyone, Erica was mine. Something primal in me demanded to know why someone dared challenge that.

“Boss, I was helping Erica here with her form,” he said, unaware of how extremely close I was to breaking.

“I’ll help her. You stay the fuck away from her form, or you’ll find your ass canned. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” He backed away and went about checking on another guest. He got the message that time.

“Well, that was rude,” Erica said. It was the first time I’d heard her beautiful voice directed at me. It wasn’t what I wanted to hear, but I’d reached my limit.

“The way his eyes were on you, that shit was rude,” I informed her, staring into her hazel-colored eyes.

“Yeah, but my one-week membership ends soon anyway.” She shrugged her shoulders, looking in Santos’s direction. Fuck, I was going to kill him.

“And you don’t plan on joining?” I asked, the irritation in my voice evident. Not because I gave a fuck about the money, because I didn’t, but that I wouldn’t get the chance to see her all the damn time.

Her eyes darted up to mine with a blush washing over her sexy face. “No. It’s too rich for my blood.”

“Oh, so you’re getting the max out of the free trial?” I teased, hoping to rectify my intensity. I sure as fuck didn’t want to scare her off.

“Yes. I know it sounds bad, but my dad wants me to lose weight so I can get married to his business partner’s son.” Was she testing me? I’d been holding back on claiming her right on the spot. Did she need to remind me of that bullshit? Well, that wasn’t going to fly with me. That guy was history.

“That’s not going to happen.”

“What? The weight loss or the marriage?”

I couldn’t even believe her douchebag of a father wanted her to lose weight. She couldn’t be over a buck-fifty. “You don’t have shit to lose in the first place. I’m talking about marrying that fucker.”

Chapter 4

Erica

I walked into the gym for the fourth day in a row, aching to get the owner’s attention. I hadn’t realized he was the owner when I first wanted him to notice me, but then one of the trainers I worked with on my first day was talking about him. He had to be the hottest man around. Despite owning the gym, he didn’t look overly bulky, but he seemed entirely muscular, like he could lift me up and pin me to the wall with nothing but his hips as he fucked me.

The man made me so hot that I’d already broken a sweat before I stepped on a machine. That probably explained most of these women. They were fantasizing about him just as much as I was. I overheard them say he refused to give them the time of day. My heart actually dropped because these women were supermodels who wore makeup to the gym. I was pretty, but not hot. This place only catered to the wealthy as it sat in the middle of the financial district.

My dad’s company was down the street, and that was how I’d spotted the owner the first time. He’d been walking into the place with his blue polo on. I had to get another look at him, so I entered the gym. When I found out how much they charged, I turned on my heel to walk out. Since I was a student, I didn’t have that kind of money, but my father did. Unfortunately, he caught me as he was coming out of the building with the man he wanted me to marry. Immediately, my father offered me a membership so I could lose a few more pounds. From where, I didn’t know, unless my decently sized breasts or ass had to go, neither of which I would like to part with. My body in a swimsuit was killer. Who would want to destroy a figure like that?