“Actually, it might be fun to learn.I mean, it’s a life skill I should have.”Well, I guess that’s not true for everyone.My stepmother always kept a chef on staff.They came in a couple of times a week and stocked up meals.
“If you are anxious to learn, then I guess I don’t see a problem with it.I just don’t want you thinking you have to.”He makes his way over to his desk.“How are things going?”
“I’m all done.”
“You’re all done?”His dark brows rise.
“Yep, it was pretty easy.”
“Well damn.That shit takes me all day at the end of week.”He says it with a smile, and I spot the slight trace of a dimple in his left cheek.
The more time I spend with Maverick, the less imposing his stature becomes.Oh, he’s still big, but now he’s more like a big bear that might be cuddly at times.
“That’s why I was cleaning to keep busy.”
“I have someone that does that already,” he says.
“Oh, well, is there more I can do?Like fold towels or—” I try to think of what might need to be done around a gym.“If not, that’s okay.I can clock out.”Now that I think about it, I’m not sure if I clocked in.“I was thinking about the smoothie place next door and?—”
“Are you hungry?”he asks quickly.
He brought me a giant lunch, and I ate all of it.It was a burger with fries and a shake.My stepmother would have died if she saw me eating it.The chef she had on staff made everything very healthy and in tiny portions.
“I’m stuffed,” I laugh and pat my stomach.“You’re going to plump me up.”
“Nothing wrong with that,” he says quietly, and it wasn’t the response I thought I would get.Maverick is in phenomenal shape, so I assumed he would like his women that way too.
“This is a gym,” I say, and Maverick glances around, fighting an amused smile.
“It is,” he agrees.
“Well, I meant you’re supposed to be healthy and strong.”I hold one arm up and pretend to flex it playfully.
“Having meat on your bones doesn’t mean you’re unhealthy, but if you want to build strength, I can help you with that.”He’s making the offer, but I’m already shaking my head.“Are you turning me down?”
“I suppose,” I say and shrug.Personal trainers are crazy expensive.
“That’s a first,” he says and grins at me.I glance away from him, not liking where his comment made my mind go.“Shit, that sounded bad.I didn’t mean it like that.I meant that was the first time someone turned me down on training them.”
His explanation shouldn’t make me relax, but somehow it does.
“You’re already doing so much to help me,” I tell him.
“It wouldn’t be that big of a deal.I’ll participate in the workout with you so it will help me out.I’ve gotta do it anyway, plus a membership comes with the job.”
“Why do I get the feeling you’re just saying that?”I narrow my eyes at him, and he grins.
“It’s true, I swear, but only for the women employees.”
“Really?I’ve never seen any here before.Is there another woman that works for you?”
“No.”He shrugs, not at all ashamed of creating this rule just for me.
“You’re too sweet,” I say, and he chuckles.
“That’s another first,” he says.“No one has said that to me before.”
“Sounds like I’m getting all of your firsts.”I start to laugh but then realize how that came out.Heat rushes to my cheeks, and he chuckles.
