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“They’re workout bunnies. They follow gyms everywhere.” He shrugged. He meant to say they follow him anywhere.

He pointed to where the women’s locker room was and told me to change. Once I finished changing, I waited for him to come out of his office. My brother was big on sports athletics. He graduated from NYU with a master’s degree in exercise science. I use to make fun of him telling him he was a glorified gym teacher, but he was much more than that. He dealt with rehabilitation of his athletes and took the time to care for their bodies. He was awesome at his job and I was happy he had found something he loved doing, other than women.

“Are you coming?” he yelled after me.

I marched into the main gym area and all the women stopped and gawked. This was one of the main reasons why I hated going out with him. He was the looker of the family and I was the brains. He kept going until we reached a room filled with mats and various boxing gear. I took out my wraps and began covering my hands up. After what had happened to me, Darios made sure I took up a self-defense course in order to feel empowered again. I had grown to like it and I pretty much kept it up.

“So, we’ll do basic drills and some running,” he said, waiting for me to finish wrapping up my hands.

“And weights?” I added.

“And weights,” he smiled and repeated.

The workout was much like the ones I had done before. He kept pushing me harder, wanting more from me, which I gladly gave. All the pent up frustration had nearly done me in. It felt nice punching the focus mitts he had worn.

“Come on! Harder Kass! Faster!” he yelled. I did what I was told, focused my mind and pushed harder.

“Okay, time.” He held out his hands and I finally dropped mine. My body was full of sweat and I was out of breath. Jessica knocked on the window and pointed to the phone. I knew she was probably lying, but I let it go.

“I’ll be back,” he said as he left the room.

I was so taken in with my training I hadn’t noticed quite a few people had joined us in the boxing room. I walked up to the far wall and slid down. I crossed my legs and began to stretch my shoulders. I watched the few who were here boxing; some of them were new, while one in particular was not.

I could tell he was a veteran. He must have trained from a young age. He wore nothing except long boxing shorts, which left his upper body free for me to ogle. He was built. Every muscle clearly defined. A large chest and thick arms, but not the ‘it’s to gross to look at’ type. He was just perfect. His one arm was covered up with a full sleeve tattoo, which made him look even meaner. He growled as he punched. The low sound made a quick connection to my lower lady friend. Damn! It’s been too long.

“Kass?” my brother called out to me. I reluctantly looked away from the man who made my kegel muscles work overtime.

“Yeah?” I replied as I rose up and walked over to him.

“I’ll need to leave. Something went wrong with one of the guys in the training camp. I’ll drop you off and then head down.”

“You go. I'm a big girl now. I can go home on my own. Besides, it’s a nice day, I wouldn’t mind walking.” I waved at him.

He nodded. “Okay, I’ll call you later.”

“Whatever.” I smiled

I walked over to the wall where I had left my things and picked them up. I figured I would finish my workout and head out a little later. It wasn’t as if I had anyone waiting for me or anything to do today. I turned and faced the other wall, where tall, wet and dreamy was working out. He had stopped and was staring at me. His light grey eyes narrowed as I stared back. I hiccupped from surprise. Great! Now I look even more desperate. I lowered my head and headed for the free weights.

A few minutes later, he followed. I’d like to think he followed me, but I knew that wasn’t the case. He picked up some weights. I guess he was working his chest. I had looked, only because I couldn’t help it. So sue me. The man was gorgeous with a capital PLEASE HAVE SEX WITH ME! That’s when it happened, the male version of a gym bunny came up to me.

“Hey there beautiful, I was over there.” He pointed to some other part of the gym, “and I couldn’t help but see you were doing an exercise wrong. So I figured I come over to show you how it’s done.”

I put my weights down and rolled my eyes. “Oh, Jesus,” I said under my breath.

“Sorry, what was that?” he asked.

I faked a smile. “How joyous!” I mocked. He laughed and began to pick up the dumbbells.

“Ah listen buddy, thanks for the offer, but I'm not interested in being helped.”

He gave me a dirty look and said, “I wasn’t trying to pick you up.”