CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Chad
What a fun week. Well, Monday wasn't so much fun, having Emma catch me with some slut trying to shove her tongue down my throat. But the last few days have been amazing. I love meeting my fans. I must've signed a thousand tee shirts, pictures, and protein powder bottles over the past three days. My life is so fucking awesome. I get paid to work out, travel all over the place, promote supplements, and meet my fans. Life is good. There's only one thing that's missing.
It's Friday afternoon and I'm walking into Fit World. I'm on a mission – a mission I've been thinking about since Monday. As much fun as I've had over the past few days, I haven't been able to get Emma out of my mind. I need to go explain to her that I wasn't making out with that girl. I was trying to get the fuck away from her.
“Hey, Chad,” the girl at the front desk says. “How was New York?”
“Fine,” I say and keep walking.
“I'd love to hear all about it when you get the...”
She keeps talking to me, ignoring my obvious body language. When someone walk right past you without making eye contact and a determined look on their face, you don't keep talking. You shut the fuck up and let them go about their business.
I'm walking straight to Emma's office. I don't fuck around. When there's something I need to do, I fucking do it, right then and there. This is the first chance I've had to tell Emma the truth. I don't do shit like this over the phone or through text messages. It has to be face-to-face. I don't care if she's with a client. I don't care if she's on the phone with her hundred-year-old grandmother. I'm gonna march in there and tell her the truth about what she saw the other day.
Motherfucker. I do care if she's in her office with another guy, kissing and hugging her like crazy. I turn the corner and can see through the window into Emma's office. She's in there with some dude, laughing and smiling. He's got his hands all over her. I feel like I'm gonna puke. Oh, what the fuck! He just grabbed her ass. Fuck this. I'm done.
I turn and storm off toward my office. I'm so fucking pissed, I wanna punch someone in the face. I really wanna go back there and punch that motherfucker who's all over the girl that I want. But I'm not gonna do that. I have way too much to lose. There are plenty of things I get away with here at Fit World, but fucking up some guy in the dietitian's office wouldn't go over well.
I feel so fucking stupid. How could I let myself start to have feelings for a woman like that? I've had more pussy thrown at me in the past week than most guys get in their entire lives and I've turned it all down. All of it. I haven't even gotten a blowjob. Not even a nice tug. Because all I could think about was Emma. Well, that's all about to change, now. I can't believe I let myself get hurt like this. How the fuck did I develop feelings for Emma so fast? We only went out on one date. We only had sex one time. Granted, it was the most fulfilling date I've been on in a long time and the sex was amazing. But still.
As soon as I get out of work today, I'm going crazy. I'm gonna make the old me look like a celibate monk. I'm gonna fuck so many broads this weekend that by the time I'm done, my dick's gonna feel like it's gonna fall off. I'm so fucking angry at myself. This is exactly why I don't let myself catch feelings for any of these girls. I hate dealing with this bullshit. But I really thought that Emma was different. I didn't think she was like all these other skanks that just like me for my body and my fame. I thought I felt a real connection. Man, do I feel stupid.
I do my best to focus on my clients and not on Emma. There are little pockets of time here and there where I forget about her. But for the most part, I can't get Emma out of my mind. That's exactly what I need to do, though, and I know just how to do it. Unfortunately, I'll have to wait until after work to start slaying pussy. All my clients this afternoon are men. Well, all men except a woman who looks like she could be a man.
“Hey, bro!” Jake says, coming out of nowhere. “How was New York?”
“It was cool. How've things been around here?”
“Same as always. Have you talked to Emma at all? I bet it's been long enough that, if you go explain that you weren't really kissing that girl, she might listen to you.”
“Nope. I haven't talked to her and I'm not going to. What I am gonna do with Emma is forget about her.”
“What? Why? Did you meet somebody in New York or something?”
I really don't want to get into it all with Jake. But, it's possible he might know something about the guy who was spinning her around and grabbing her ass. I'll see if he knows anything.
“No. When I came in today, I was gonna explain myself but I caught her in her office with some dude hugging, kissing, and groping her like crazy. Fuck that. I'm done.”
“What? Really? Are we talking about the same girl? The shy, quiet dietitian?”
“Yes, we're talking about the same woman. A woman I was thinking about maybe... You know what? Fuck it. Never mind. It doesn't matter now. I wouldn't care if I never talked to Emma again.”
“Well, I have a feeling she wants to talk to you.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Cause she's walking right toward us and I don't think she wants to talk to me. I'll leave you two alone.”
Jake walks off, leaving me standing in the middle of Fit World by myself. I turn to the direction that he was facing and see Emma coming toward me. Part of me wants to just walk off. Part of me wants to ignore her. But that's not my style. I'm comfortable with confrontation. In fact, I thrive during times of conflict.
“Hey, Chad,” Emma says in her cute, soft-spoken voice. “Can we talk?”
“What do we have to talk about?”
“You owe me an explanation from the other day. I'm ready to hear what you have to say now.”
“You owe me an explanation. I saw you in your office earlier.”
“What? When? What are you talking about?”
“Don't even act like you don't know exactly what I'm talking about. I saw you in there with some dude. He had his fucking hands all over you. How do you explain that shit?”
Emma bursts out laughing. Part of me gets even angrier. Here I am asking for an explanation and instead, I get laughed at. On the other hand, it's cute as hell. I made Emma laugh a few times on our date and she has a laugh unlike any other I've ever heard. Even when I'm angry, there's still a part of me that finds her irresistible.
“I'm glad you think this is fucking funny,” I say.
“I'm sorry but it is funny. You wanna know why it's funny?”
I don't say anything. I just give Emma a look.
“It's funny,” she continues, “because that was my friend Pete from college. My roommate and I call him 'Gay Pete'. You thought that we were what, fooling around in my office?”
“That's certainly what it looked like, yeah.”
Emma chuckles and replies, “We haven't seen each other in a long time. He was happy to see me. Pete always gives me hugs and kisses. It was totally innocent.”
“I saw him grab your ass. Explain that.”
“It wasn't the first time Gay Pete grabbed my ass and it probably won't be the last. He knew me when I was overweight. Now, every time he sees me, Pete comments on how good I look and gives my ass a smack or a grab. He's very touchy-feely.”
I have no reason to doubt Emma. That dude did kinda look like a flamer. I'm not mad at her anymore, but I am still mad at myself. Seeing her with another guy drove me fucking crazy. I've been on one date with this woman and I'm already getting jealous. What's she doing to me? There's a part of me that hates it... but it feels so good. It feels right. Just talking to Emma, being close to her, makes me feel good.
“I believe you.”
“Good. It's the truth. Now what about you? How do you explain what I saw on Monday?”
“I tried to tell you then, but you didn't let me. She's a client – a fan – that was all over me our whole session. I did everything I could to let her know that I wasn't interested but she kept coming at me. You saw us at the worst possible moment.”
“Why were your arms around her then?”
“It was just a reflex, I guess. When a girl comes up to me and puts her arms around me, I instinctively put mine around her. I'm being honest, Emma. Nothing happened. I have no interest in that chick.”
“She was really attractive.”
“So are tons of other women that I have no interest in.”
Emma stands there, silent. She eyes me up and down. I can tell that the wheels in her head are turning. She wants to believe me. I can see it in her beautiful brown eyes. Emma looks beautiful, head to toe. I wanna grab her face and start kissing it wildly, but know this isn't the time or place. Eventually, she speaks.
“I believe you.”
“Good. It's the honest-to-god truth. You look really fucking cute today. Just sayin'.”
“You don't look so bad yourself. How was New York?”
“It was cool. I met a lot of my fans, which I always love. It's kinda like my way of giving back. My fans have given me so much. Everything, really. Without them, I'm nothing.”
“I think it's great that you have such a connection with all the people you help get in shape. It's really wonderful.”
“What would be wonderful if you'd let me take you out again tonight.”
Emma pauses but I can tell the wheels aren't turning. She's already made up her mind. I've seen this look in plenty of women's eyes before. She just wants me to think she's gotta think about it. Here comes her acceptance.
“That would be wonderful. But if I catch you with your arms around anyone other than me...”
“Don't worry. My hands will be way too busy caressing your body all night long to even have time to give anyone else a handshake. It's a date. Pick you up at, say, eight o'clock?”
“Eight works. I'll text you my address but I need your number.”
We exchange numbers and Emma takes off after we say goodbye. Well, that was certainly interesting. I went from never wanting to talk to Emma ever again to asking her on a date tonight. Now I have to figure out where to take her. I really wanna blow Emma's mind. Her work day is over but I still have a couple more clients to train. That gives me a couple hours to put together a night that neither of us will ever forget.