I decided on a pair of black leggings and a blue v-neck workout top with a built-in sports bra that could be mistaken for a regular fitted shirt. I grabbed a short gauzy black skirt that I could slip on over my leggings for dinner and stuffed it into my bag, along with some make-up to freshen up with after the workout. I prayed that I wouldn't perspire too much during the training session. The last thing I wanted Jackson to see when he looked across the dinner table was a sweaty mess.
The gym was only a few blocks away and as I pushed open the front door, I was suddenly nervous. The smell of the gym and the clinking of the machines reminded me that physical fitness was not my strong suit. I didn't want to make a fool of myself in front of Jackson.
I approached the front desk where a perennially smiling woman stood behind it. She nodded her head as people filed in and handed her their membership card to scan, smiling so vacantly that she resembled an automaton.
"Hi," I said with a slight smile of my own. "I'm supposed to have a training session with Jackson. Jackson Reynard."
The woman blinked and her mouth shrank to a normal smile, a genuine one this time.
"You must be Emma! I'll let Jackson know you're here."
She picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers.
"Jackson, Emma's here."
The woman smiled as she put the phone receiver back into the cradle. "He'll be right out."
"Great," I said, feeling a bit uncomfortable just standing there. I was surprised she knew me by name, but I assumed that part of her job was knowing all the members on a first name basis. Even prospective members. The woman was looking at me with way too much interest. It was friendly interest, but uncomfortable just the same.
"I'm Allison," she announced, holding out her hand.
"Nice to meet you, Allison," I replied, reaching out to shake her hand. Were people always this friendly at gyms? I wouldn't know since I rarely frequented one.
"I heard you just moved into town."
"Yes, I just moved here from Maryland." It was a bit discomfiting to realize that Jackson had apparently been talking about me to Allison.
"They have great crabs in Maryland." Allison continued, nodding at me and smiling. I started feeling a little creeped out.
"Er, yes. Maryland's known for their crabs." I prayed Jackson would appear soon and save me from this awkward conversation.
As if on cue, Jackson walked out from a door behind the front counter, giving me a wide smile as he caught sight of me.
"You made it." Jackson walked out from behind the counter and nodded to Allison as he grabbed my hand, drawing me down the hall closer to all those intimidating metal machines. "I was worried that you were going to change your mind."
I eyed the workout machines with trepidation. "I still may. I wasn't kidding when I said I don't really work out."
Jackson grinned, looking down at me. His green eyes were sparkling with amusement and a lock of brown hair fell onto his forehead, making him look rakish. He was much taller than I was and I had to tip my head back to make eye contact. Wearing athletic shorts and a t-shirt, he should have looked nondescript. Instead, with nothing to detract from his handsomeness, the blank canvas just made Jackson look all the more gorgeous. He was leanly muscled and I had to stop myself from reaching out and stroking his muscular arm and squealing like a preteen.
"We'll take it slow and easy today. The more sessions you get under your belt, the more I'll challenge you."
I let Jackson guide me over to a large mat in front of a mirror but protested at his words.
"The more sessions I get under my belt? I'm not planning on having more sessions. I'm not even planning on joining this gym!"
"That reminds me." Jackson slipped his hand into the pocket of his shorts, pulling out a membership card. He grabbed my bag and slipped it in, then placed my bag against the mirrored wall and out of the way.
"Wait, what was that?" I exclaimed, moving to grab my bag. Jackson pulled me in the opposite direction and stood behind me, putting a hand on each of my arms and holding me in place. The warmth of his hands was distracting and I was keenly aware of the close proximity of his body behind mine, but I was undeterred.
"Jackson, what did you just put in my bag?"
Jackson looked at me in our mirrored reflection and shrugged. I felt dwarfed by his size, the top of my head just shy of reaching the top of his shoulders.
"I pulled some strings and got you a year's membership to the gym."
"Wait, what? What do you mean you pulled some strings?" I narrowed my eyes at Jackson's reflection. "Did you pay for my membership?"
Jackson looked at me innocently. "That's not how it works. We don't pay people to come to the gym. Otherwise, we'd be out of business."