No Rep (Madd CrossFit 1)

He’d also begged me not to ask any questions.

I hadn’t been able to tell him no.

“Maria is going to be in this class,” she whispered.

I cursed underneath my breath. “You’re fucking joking.”

Sophia grimaced. “Nope.”

“Nope, what?” Jasper asked.

I looked over to find him, in uniform, coming into the gym headed straight for us. Taking great care to go the long way around his father that now had three new members crowded around him.

“I just told Tay that Maria’s going to be in this new bootcamp class,” Sophia explained, looking her brother up and down.

I looked at him, too, making sure there were no signs of injury.

Jasper, like I had once been, was a police officer for the city. There were times he came in and looked like he’d gone three rounds with a brick wall. There were others, like now, where he looked tired.

I remembered those days, and I didn’t care to repeat them.

Not one single bit.

“Fuck.” Jas shook his head. “That fuckin’ sucks.”

He looked at me sympathetically.

I rolled my eyes and turned when a familiar voice filled the room.

Maria’s. My ex-wife.

The woman who, no matter how hard I tried, never wanted to do CrossFit. She’d said it would ‘bulk her up’ and she ‘refused to look like a man.’

Well, apparently, she didn’t care anymore.

Evidently, she liked to make my life a living hell no matter what.

“That was why he didn’t tell me anymore info,” I grumbled. “Because he knew I’d find out she was going to be in this class, and then refuse to teach it.”

“She’s not really supposed to be in the one you’re teaching after today, if that helps,” Sophia admitted. “This is only the first introductory class. The one where you learn the basics, the gym, and then do a short WOD—workout of the day—and go home.”

I rolled my eyes.

The gym door opened again, and a woman’s voice instantly had me turning toward her.

“Oh, aren’t you just adorable?”

Her voice was whispered, almost hesitant, as she bent down and petted the gym cat, Rogue.

Rogue, loving the attention that he hadn’t gotten from any of the other new bootcamp members, twirled around her leg.

Her shapely leg that was encased in a tight pair of black leggings that made her ass look phenomenal.

The cat rubbed hair all over them, and she didn’t even seem to care.

Mavis, Madden’s gym crush, walked in right behind her, and then stuck her knee out to attempt to knock over the new girl. The new girl caught herself before she could tumble forward and then tossed a glare at Mavis.

My eyes took in the two women, and it wasn’t hard to see the resemblance.

This was the girl that Mavis had begged Madden to do the bootcamp for.

I hadn’t heard the exact ‘why’ of her wanting it, but I knew that Madden would do absolutely anything for Mavis due to his crush on her.

“Why did she want you to start this class?” I quietly asked Madden who had come over to my side, watching Mavis interact with the new girl.

Mavis bent over and caught up two foam rollers, then tossed one at her sister like a javelin.

The girl caught it and grinned.

“I wondered how long it would take you to ask me that.” Madden smirked. But that smirk faded. “From what I understand, something really bad happened to Francine. To the point where she was scared to work out anywhere. Mavis finally talked her into working out here, but she wanted to wait until there was another bootcamp. And Mavis didn’t have the heart to tell her that there wouldn’t be any more because we didn’t like them very much. That was why she begged.”

I sighed.

“Shit,” I grumbled. “Now I feel bad for giving you shit.”

Madden grinned. “She’s a cute little thing, isn’t she?”

She was.

The girl, Francine, wasn’t much taller than five-foot-three-ish. If not smaller.

She had a high ponytail on the top of her head, with white-blonde-colored ringlets cascading down around her face, down her back, and over her shoulders.

She had a navy-blue headband on that matched her eyes, and the cutest little nose that I’d ever seen.

She wasn’t what I would consider ‘in shape.’ Though, saying that, I knew that if she stuck with this, it wouldn’t take her very long to get there. Looking at her, however, I could see muscle definition in her legs that spoke of once being in very good shape.

The six-week bootcamp might very well do a lot for her.

Though, I quite liked the small little roll that I could see poking over her tight leggings. A roll that was exposed by the crop top that she wore, revealing the cute little thing.

“That she is,” I said as I let my eyes roam over her body.

Then she turned fully, leaving Rogue the gym kitty behind, and made eye contact with me.