But I’m glad there will be no witnesses when I rip this motherfucker’s spine straight out of his body.
“Hey,” I say a lot louder than I need to. “What’s up?”
Nadine freezes, eyes shooting to where I stand by the leg press as the soon-to-be dead man flattens his palm between her shoulder blades, sliding the other down her right arm to help her set the weight on the floor, then he grins at me. It’s unnerving how he’s so comfortable touching her.
“Camden Long, nice to meet you.” He strolls over to me, leaving Nadine by herself. I don’t take my eyes off her as she holds my gaze in the reflection of the mirror in front of her.
“What are you doing here?”
“I got out early.” I ignore the sack of shit’s hand when he extends it to me. “What areyoudoing?”
“Working out.” She gestures to herself as if it should be obvious. In bike shorts and a loose tank top that shows off her sports bra, she has half of her hair up in a little ponytail on the top of her head that makes me want to smile, along with bright-white New Balances.
She’s so fucking cute.
And this guy has had his hands all over her.
“Hey,” he says at my side. “I’m Brendan.”
Finally, I turn to this human who looks like a penis. I can’t say exactly why, if it’s the odd bowl cut or the shape of his head, but he looks like a penis, and I want to break his fingers.
“You working out with my girl here?”
His eyes widen. “Oh, uh… I didn’t…”
“Camden,” Nadine hisses. “What are you doing?”
“Nadine works with my sister,” I explain to this so-called personal trainer. “Did you know that?” It’s a rhetorical question, but he opens his mouth as if to answer, eyes flicking toward the woman digging her claws into my forearm. I don’t let him speak,holding up my hand. “I need to make sure no one is going to take advantage of her.”
He lifts his hands in innocence. “Hey, no, I?—”
“There’s no one else here right now,” I point out as Nadine attempts to physically push me out of the way.
“What is your problem?”
I let her ram my side and fold my arms across my chest, staring down Brendan. If that’s even his real name. “Do you normally work one-on-one in an empty gym?”
“Usually—”
“Because isn’t there some policy against that?”
He shakes his head, shoulders up by his ears, obviously thrown off by my presence. Good. “There are cameras everywhere. There is no need?—”
“To be putting your hands on a client,” I finish for him, and he goes scarlet.
He stutters out a few syllables before finally stepping away, mumbling an excuse. “I’m gonna go use the restroom. You got her?” he asks me, barely glancing at Nadine. “Okay, great. I’ll, uh, yeah…”
He scampers off, leaving me with a tiny raging bull.
“You have some fucking nerve, coming in here like that.” She pushes at my chest, and when I don’t move, she growls. “You are the worst!”
“No, you’re lucky I came in here when I did. One more minute and his hand would have been on your ass.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. He has never treated me inappropriately.”
I swat her hands away when she shoves at me again. “He doesn’t need to be touching you like that.”
“He’s training me.”
