Falling Hard

The next day, I asked my father to at least get me a small trial, but then he said I had to agree to marriage, something that I didn’t want. They did do a free week’s trial before they charged an insane amount for a membership, so I signed up for that. Five hundred dollars a month wasn’t worth it to me. For that kind of money, after a year you could own all the equipment you needed to build a home gym.

My membership was almost up, and I hadn’t even gotten his attention. Maybe the women were right and he had no interest in the female sex. I’d been lifting angrily, which was never good because it would likely cause injury, and an instructor came over to tell me that.

“I’m sorry, but you’re going to pull a muscle like that or send one of those weights flying.”

“Sorry. I guess I let my mood get the better of me.”

“Man troubles?”

“Why would you say that?”

“A woman’s face is easy to read. A pissed woman’s face tells a lot. Like, whoever he is, he’d better watch out.”

“No, it’s my own foolish ideas that were ticking me off.”

“Santos.” Holy fuck. Did he just growl? I looked past Santos and saw my dream man, Adrian, standing inches from the man. They had to be the same height, but from the look of things, Adrian was sizing him up. His voice resonated in my ears and shot straight to my pussy. He’d created a small scene around us, and then he sent Santos scattering away with his tail between his legs.

“Well, that was rude.”

“The way his eyes were on you, that shit was rude.”

“Yeah, but my one-week membership ends soon anyway.” I tried to look away from him to fight the ever-growing need to touch his face, or his chest. My heart slammed against my own breasts, beating so loudly I couldn’t hear anyone else but him.

“And you don’t plan on joining?” Damn. He didn’t want me getting off on a free ride, it seemed, but I still wanted to ride his face.

I turned tomato-red, knowing that I had no intention of joining. “No. It’s too rich for my blood.”

“Oh, so you’re getting the max out of the free trial?”

“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.”

“That’s not going to happen.” He moved in closer to me, and I could smell his fresh, clean scent and something masculine.

“What? The weight loss or the marriage?” I surprised myself that I could actually concentrate on anything he said when he stared at me like that. He’d pulled an alpha male move like a wild beast fighting another for a mate, and trust me, I wanted to be his.

“You don’t have shit to lose in the first place. I’m talking about marrying that fucker.” Was he jealous?

“Sir, you seem grumpy. If you don’t want people to try out your gym for free, then maybe you shouldn’t offer a seven-day trial.”

“If you think that’s why I’m pissed, then you have a lot to learn about men, and I plan on teaching it to you.” I gasped at his intent. My pussy gushed again. I better get on a machine before people notice.

“Excuse me, Mr. Greco.”

“It’s Adrian.”

“Adrian, I need to get a workout in. I only have a couple of days left, and I can’t waste them.”

“I’ll give you a workout.”

“Ooh, my own personal trainer.”

“You’re asking for it, little girl.”

“I am. I need to be stretched. I’m not very limber.”

“Fuck, are you trying to get me to fuck you on the nearest surface?”

“No, I don’t want to lose my virginity in front of an audience.”

“Office, now, Ms. Finch.” He stormed toward his office, as if we didn’t cause enough eyes to flock in our direction. I picked up my pace when he stopped, and I nearly collided into his backside. The one trainer, Rachael, that I’d met on the first day, smirked and shook her head.

Chapter 5

Adrian

She knew what she was doing to me. She added that last little bit to torture me. She was lucky my office was soundproof, or maybe not.

“Lean against the desk.” I had to teach this girl a lesson. She was mine, and no one else could have her.

“What?”

“You heard me. Spread your hands on the desk. Right now.”

“You always this tense? You know, tension is a killer,” she remarked, doing just what I asked. Fuck, I loved the way she followed my command, even if she ran her mouth the whole time.

She didn’t stop me as I lowered her yoga pants just to the middle of her thighs. My hand landed on her ass, just enough to hear her yelp. She moaned as I rubbed away the pain. “Erica. Erica. What am I going to do with you?” My hand came down again on the other cheek.