Chapter One
“Igot an interestingnotification from my gym app,” Tish said over the phone.“One hour-long massage credit.”
Misty smiled.“You’re welcome.I got my membership, and my first free training session is today.”
“Nice!Who’d you get?”
“Spencer.Do you know him?”
“Maybe.Remind me what he looks like?”
“About our age, brown hair, brown eyes, cut as anything.”
“That doesn’t exactly narrow it down,” Tish said.“I’ve probably seen him around even if I haven’t spoken to or worked with him, but you should be able to handle him.”
“Hope so.”After they hung up, Misty Googled ‘Spencer Whitford trainer’ so she could go into this knowing a little about the guy who’d be working with her.A small handful of results, including his Instagram page, popped up.
She followed the link to see a collection of motivational quotes, exercises of the day, and pairs of images showing the correct and incorrect forms for a bunch of moves.Not the most interesting page she’d ever come across, but it seemed to show that he knew what he was doing.It also showed well-toned arms, muscular legs, and an ass she could’ve bounced a quarter off of.She knew she wasn’t supposed to think about authority figures like that, but she couldn’t ignore it.
She put down her phone, rubbed her lucky rubber duck’s head, and got up to get dressed for the session.She’d noticed everyone else in the gym wearing neutral colors, making her stick out like the newbie she was.She wanted to fit in, yet she didn’t own anything that would let her blend with the rest of the crowd.Between the corporate swag and her own designs, it made sense to buy only performance leggings as opposed to the matching sets Tish seemed to live in on gym day.She looked through her drawer of workout gear for something at least a little subtler than yesterday’s outfit.All the while, she mused that if it got Spencer looking at her for reasons beyond the training session, that wouldn’t be so bad, either.
In the end, she decided on a black tank top, a pair of black leggings printed with cherries, and her favorite sneakers.She adjusted her ponytail after putting her tank top and sports bra on, made her way past the divided living room, and headed the few blocks to the gym.
Spencer was waiting for her at the front in a gym-branded t-shirt and gray shorts.
He led her to a table in the cafe.“A few things to go over before we start.Any health issues I should know about?”
“Nope.”
“Are you on any medications?”
“Does my IUD count?”
“Hormonal or just barrier?”
She thought back to the day she’d had that sucker inserted.“Had to be hormonal.I got it for medical purposes as much as contraceptive.”
He made a note on his tablet.“Are there any exercises you especially don’t like doing?”
