“How about I teach you how to use the equipment if you let me show you how to defend yourself?” His tone is playful yet serious.
That’s fair. I like the idea of being able to defend myself. “Okay, deal.”
“What would you like to do first?” he asks, looking around the room. “We can go through all the gym equipment, and I can show you how to use each machine.”
My thoughts scatter, bouncing between anticipation and dread. “Yes, sure.” I attempt to smile, though it doesn’t fool him.
His gaze softens. “Don’t look petrified. I’m here to help. No one will judge you.”
I believe him, but I’m also grateful we’re alone. It drowns some of my anxiety.
We go over to each piece of equipment, and he shows me how to use it. He does a few reps and then I copy him. I’m struggling to listen because I’m entranced by his body doing the movements. They need to have seats in here just so the women can watch the men work out.
I’m flustered watching Rage in his element—looking mighty fine, flexing those biceps and back muscles. I’m soaked, and it isn’t from the exercise.
“Rose.” He laughs and waves a hand in my face. “You there? It’s your turn.”
I blink a few times as I come out of the haze. “Yep, I’m here. Sorry, I got... distracted.”
He grins and slowly shakes his head.
“I blame you,” I use the same tone he used. “I’m getting distracted by all those muscles.” I wave a finger up and down his body for reference.
We’re at the lat pull-down machine. He stands up, giving me room, so I take a seat. I wince at him and give him puppy-dog eyes. “I kind of didn’t hear what you were saying.”
He stands behind me and gently places his hand on my upper back. “Put your feet flat on the floor and your thighs snug under the pads.”
Done.
“Keep an upright posture, chest up.”
I follow instructions, then he grabs the bar.
“Hold the bar shoulder-width apart. Palms forward with a firm grip.”
I feel his hand on my shoulder blades, and just the light touch has me shuddering.
“Before you pull, think about squeezing your shoulder blades together.”
I do as he says, and he guides me through the movement. I pull the bar down to my upper chest.
“Let the bar go up slowly with control.”
I gradually let the bar go back up.
He raises a brow. “It wasn’t that bad, was it?”
“No, it wasn’t, but I’m definitely going to forget.” I’d be one happy woman to repeat what we just did.
“I’ll be here for you.”
And he always is.
“Self-defense time now,” he says.
I’m curious and follow him over to the boxing area.
“Now, self-defense is about staying safe, not fighting. It’s to protect yourself so you can escape.” He looks serious. “Always trust your instincts. If something feels off, it probably is. Look for exits, stay in well-lit areas, and avoid distractions if you’re walking alone.”
