Two
Sager
Life has never gone right for me.
If anything, it’s almost like I’m slowly drowning in my own misery. Everything I touch turns to shit, and I always want things that I can’t have.
My gym is the only thing that I have done right in my life, and there isn’t a damn thing that I will ever do to ruin that. I get to have freedom from the nine to five, but I put far more hours into this place than that in a day. I don’t mind though because it’s mine and I don’t have a dickhead boss telling me what to do day in and day out.
I make the rules and get to bend them as I please.
I’ve spent many nights with my female clients in and out of the bed, and it is part of the reason I no longer do personal training. Like I said, life is just a disaster most of the time. I’ve done a lot of stupid things, but I don’t regret it.
I had the time of my life in my twenties, and now that I’m thirty-two, I need to figure it all out. Need to grow up and stop acting like some spoiled kid that needs everyone else to bail him out.
Looking out at the equipment in the corner of the building, I take quick inventory of the people using it before moving toward the front desk. When I get close enough to the desk, I see Mandy sitting there filing her nails while talking to someone. When I turn the corner, I see the blonde from the store the other day.
“Oh good! Sager, you are here. This woman had your card and wanted to sign up.”
I smile at Mandy and come to a stop next to her. When the blonde finally looks at me, I can see the blush cover her features.
“I am. So you took me up on my offer.” I grin at the blonde, and she shakes her head no. I know she wanted to pay for her own classes after I paid for her groceries and that’s fine. I’ll still give her a credit for a few months or free classes; I just won’t tell her that.
“I did not. I came to sign up for your gym. I don’t need the free month or whatever it was you offered. I can pay for myself.”
I raise an eyebrow at her, and she looks back at Mandy like she might save her.
“I got this, Mandy.”
She nods her head and gets up from her chair, vacating the area and heading back toward the employee break room. I take a seat in her chair and stare at the blonde. She’s fucking beautiful. Even more so now with her hair piled high in some messy bun thing she’s got going on right now. Even in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, she still looks amazing.
Don’t get me wrong, the dressy outfit that she was wearing at the store was hot as hell too, but this is even better.
“So what would you like to sign up for? Classes, the gym itself, or both?”
Her eyes finally meet mine, and I can see the hesitation in them. She isn’t sure that she should even be here.
“Your husband doesn’t want you joining a gym?”
When she looks at me in surprise, I shrug. “The ring on your finger is a dead giveaway.”
Her eyes move to the giant ass ring on her finger before coming back up. “Fiancé, but I don’t think he will mind. I …”
She doesn’t finish her sentence, so I grab one of the contracts and set it up on the counter for her to read. “The pricing is on the paper. Read it over and sign it, then we can get you set up.”
I stare at her, memorizing every inch of her that I can see from where I’m sitting as she reads over the paper. She bites her lip and her neck flushes as I continue to stare at her. Part of me knows that I’m getting to her, but I don’t care enough to stop.
“Here.” She hands me the paper once she signs her name and I look down at the bottom for her name. Cameo Hartley. The name fits her. Prim and proper to a T.
“Cameo Hartley,” I state as I start to type her name into the system, looking up at her. “Can I please see your ID.”
She sets her purse on the counter, grabbing her wallet and pulling out her ID. When she hands it over to me, our hands touch again, and I feel that same jolt as the day in the store. Something about her is driving me insane; I just don’t know what it is.
She’s practically married with that huge ass ring on her finger, and I know I should have just let Mandy do all this with her, but I couldn’t. I wanted to be the one she dealt with, the only one that gets to know her information, but more importantly her name. I needed to know her name.
“So which plan did you want to do, Cameo?”
Her teeth bite down on her lip again and what I wouldn’t do to be the one to do that to her.
“Both.”
Her voice is barely a whisper this time, and I feel it all the way to my dick. My cock stiffens in my sweats, and I know it’s going to be noticeable as hell when I stand up. At least when I saw her at the store the other day, I was wearing a pair of jeans that did well enough to cover my hard-on.
“All right.”
I finish inputting her information just as she hands me over a credit card. Entering the details of the card, I mark the first payments already completed so that it doesn’t charge her card until the third month. Handing back her ID and credit card, I stand up and grab the receipt from the printer. She takes it from my hand and shoves it into her bag quickly.
“Let me show you around, and then you are free to come and go as you please.” She nods her head, not saying a word. When I take in the rest of her, I see the heels she’s currently wearing, and fuck me, they are sexy as shit.
My dick is painfully stiff now, and when she comes to stand in front of me, her eyes scan over me quickly before they stop on my hard-on. I watch her throat as she swallows and her pupils dilate as she stares at my dick. That damn blush is back and creeping up her neck again.
“I know he’s happy to see you, but you staring at him only makes me want to take you into the back room so you can get to know each other.”
Cameo’s eyes snap up to mine and are wider than I’ve ever seen on anyone.
“I’m engaged,” she stutters.
“And I don’t really care. I’d still fuck you every night.”
She looks at me like a deer in the headlights, and I have a feeling that she’s never had anyone talk to her like that either.
“I… I…” she stops trying to say what it is after a few seconds and I put my hand on her lower back to steer her toward the gym itself, adjusting myself as we go.
As I walk with her through the gym, I point out the different sections before coming to a stop near the locker rooms. Pointing to the first one, “This is the women’s locker room and the one on the right is the men’s.”
Just as I’m about to start walking again, one of the women from my afternoon class comes sauntering out of the locker room, headed right for us.
“Sager, I’d love to get a little one on one with you.” Mags runs her hand across my chest and when I look over at Cameo, she’s frowning.
“Sorry Mags, you know I don’t do personal training anymore. We have plenty of great trainers for you to workout with.”
Now it’s Mags turn to frown. “But you are the only one I want Sager.”
“Sorry, sweetheart, no can do.”
She huffs out in answer and gives Cameo a dirty look before walking toward the training office.
“Sorry about her. Mags still thinks that the rumors are true.”
“What rumors?” She’s biting her bottom lip again, and I can’t help but reach out to pull her lip from between her teeth.
“You doing that makes me want to do the same thing to you. You’re testing my patience,” I mutter. She has no idea what I want to do to her right now.
“What rumors?” she repeats, ignoring my comment.
“That I fuck the women I train.”
Her mouth forms a little O, and I can’t help but wonder if she makes that same face when she’s coming, then I remember the ring on her finger and that some other asshole is the one watching her coming on his dick.
Shaking my head clear of all thoughts of fucking Cameo, I scan the gym. All the women that are training have their attention on me as they workout, and I know that Cameo noticed.
“Do you need personal training?” I ask.
If there was one person that I would break the rule for, it would be her. I would train her without thinking twice and hope like hell that it led to something more. Having her body under mine would be the best workout she’d ever get.
“I’m not exactly sure. I’ve never been to a gym before.”
I watch her look around the room before her attention comes back to me. “Maybe?”
“Well when you decide, let me know, and I’ll get you taken care of.”
She blushes again, and we start to walk toward the front of the gym again, her heels clicking on the gym floor.
“Thank you for signing me up.”
She sticks her hand out to shake mine, and I stare at it for a second before I take her hand in mine. That damn jolt hits me again, and we both look down to our combined hands.
Instead of pulling my hand away like my head tells me to, my thumb starts grazing against the back of her hand gently.
Those damn teeth of hers trap her lip again, and I reach out to pull it free. Just as I’m about to do something stupid like kiss her, one of my trainers comes through the door, hitting me on the back as he makes his way toward the training office.
“Thank you,” she says softly before pulling away and walking out the front door as quickly as her heels can take her.
“You know that girl has a diamond ring the size of Texas on her finger, right Romeo?”
I groan before turning around to see Mandy sitting in her chair with a cat ate the canary look spread across her lips.
“Yeah, I saw that. But you and I both know that it hasn’t stopped me before.” I wink at her and lean against her counter.
“Just like the raging hard-on you have after being in her presence for all of ten minutes.”
I run my hand over my face and shake my head.
“Who the fuck was that hot little number?” Ryker asks.
“New client that Sager here is going to be fucking soon,” Mandy answers with a knowing grin.
“I thought you were done fucking clients.”
Mandy rolls her eyes at Ryker’s question, and I just ignore it completely. I don’t need them nosing their asses into my business any more than they already do. I swear it’s like I’m dating the both of them and not getting any ass from either of them.
“Can I just say if you don’t hit that sexy piece of ass, I will? Married or not, she’s fine enough not to even give a shit.”
Mandy giggles and I grip his shoulder, squeezing a little harder than necessary.
“Don’t fucking think about touching her.”
He backs away slowly, hands raised in the air. “Got it, boss man.”