She doesn’t look my way again for an hour. A whole hour of Brad putting his hands on her hips as he ‘helps’ correct her already perfect form as she squats. A whole hour of him walking around her in a circle, complimenting her technique as he has her doing burpees, his eyes sliding to her ass more than once. Followed by a longer than necessary warm down where he helps her stretch by pressing her thighs against her chest one at a time and bracing himself above her, using his bodyweight to push them down.
Monty straightens next to me with a low growl as he watches.
“I hear you, Boy,” I murmur.
“Oh wow, that was great!” Sinclair gushes as she stands and towels her face once they’re done.
“You’re doing well with your strength, Sin.” Brad grins, all teeth and no shame as he reaches out and runs a hand over her upper arm, his thumb inches from the curve of her breast. “Your triceps have got some killer definition. I think we need to work on your flexibility more though.”
“More stretches?” she asks, eyes wide like she’s hanging off his every word.
He nods, his eyes flicking down her body. “Yeah. More stretching you out together. But next time, okay? I have Kendall coming in next.”
“Kendall Jenner?” Sinclair gasps.
He taps his nose with a wink. “You know I can’t tell you that.”
Sinclair’s glowing as she walks over to her bag on the bench next to me and bends to fuss Monty.
“Brad’s great,” she says.
“Monty doesn’t think so.”
She stands with one hand on her hip, looking at me. “You know what your problem is?”
I hold her gaze, waiting for her to enlighten me.
“You don’t have anything nice to say about anyone. Is that why you’re so quiet? Can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all?”
“Sound piece of advice. Who gave you it?”
“No one,” she snaps.
I nod. “No one gave you that advice. Uh-huh.”
Her face falls. “Are you… Are you implying thatIsay mean stuff? You think I’m a Beaufort Bitch like the person who wrote on my car, don’t you?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to. It’s written all over your face. I’m sorry you’re stuck with me, like I’m stuck with you.” She sniffs, reaching for her bag.
“I told you, when you’re with me, I carry that,” I say, lifting it from the bench as I stand.
“Are you going to try to do everything for me?” she snaps.
“If I deem it appropriate.”
She stalls as she reaches for Monty, her gaze flicking over me. Then she lifts him into her arms and sinks her face into his hair as she cuddles him.
I follow her out of the studio as she calls goodbye to Brad. He slinks away into a back room after I spot him eyeing her ass again, and he notices me glaring at him.
Sinclair grabs the door handle as we reach my car.
I move behind her, placing my hand over hers.
“I told you, when you’re with me?—”
“Your job, I get it.” She inclines her face, and her eyes meet mine over her shoulder. Hers are full of fire. “I’ll just keep quiet like a good little helpless client needing protection.”
