a fool of himself.
"Um, I was hoping to see Cameron. Is he here by any chance?"
"He's busy right now."
"Well, I just wanted to talk to him about something. It's important."
"No groupies during his work out."
She scowled, offended.
“For your information, I'm not a groupie. I'm a—"She stopped, realizing how harsh she came off. Forcing a sweet smile, she tilted her head. "I'm not here for that. It's about business. I promise it won't take any more than 10 minutes."
The man assessed her frame, his gaze lingering on her breasts. If this were any other time, she would've turned away in pure disgust. But times like these, she used her gender to her advantage. If he were like any man, he would cave at the sight of a beautiful woman. Men were weak like that.
"I would really..." She whispered, stepping a bit closer. " Really appreciate it, if you could do me that favor."
After a moment, he nodded. "This way."
She eased with relief and followed him through the spacious main entrance. She looked around, amazed at the cream marble floors, black hued plush seats and the gold hued front desk, in which an auburn haired receptionist was seated. Large pictures of Cameron Lewis were plastered on the walls, displaying photographs of his past fights. There was even a life sized golden statue of himself posted at the corner. She was in awe. It was like a Cameron Lewis kingdom.
He led her to the wooden double doors, then opened them. In that instant, pounding sounds of rap music welcomed her at the entrance. The gym was spacious, built with a boxing ring in the center of the room, and occupied with equipment such as heavy bags, speedbags, and other exercise machines.
And there he was.
At the corner of the room, with whom she assumed was his trainer, working out on the pull-up machine. Helplessly, she took notice to that perfectly sculpted body of his, coated in dripping sweat. Dressed in nothing but his white basketball shorts, his muscular upper frame was bare for her to see. Each time he pulled himself up, with his grip on the steel bar, his 6 pack abs bulged only emphasizing their beautiful definition, and she salivated at the sight. Goodness! And that face he made. His thick brows furrowed as he clenched his eyes shut, his nose flaring and teeth plunging his bottom lip, arose warm flutters within her insides. The look of fight. Pain. Focus.
"Aye yo, boss man!"
She shook away her thoughts.
At the call of his name, Cameron turned his head. He blinked at the sight of her, stopping in midair. He slowly descended and stood on his feet. He grabbed a towel off the nearby chair and wiped his drenched face and upper body. Draping the towel over his neck, he made his way toward her direction.
Her heart raced the closer he neared and she shamed herself, wondering why she was so nervous all of a sudden. She masked it as best she could, standing straight with a lifted chin, fighting her best to ignore the smoldering heat of his lingering stare.
"She said she gotta talk to you," the man said, as Cameron stood before them. "Is it cool?"
"Yeah." He nodded.
The security then turned away and left.
"Well, ain't this a surprise?" He gripped the towel that draped over his neck with both hands, displaying the beautiful sight of his physique without a care in the world. Frustrated, she fought the urge to look. He knew damn well what he was doing.
She cleared her throat. "I came here to talk business, if you don't mind."
His brow lifted. "Business?"
"Yes."
He gave her a wary look, before nodding. He turned his gaze to his trainer at the corner, "Aye Leo, take thirty!"
The older man nodded, before stepping out of the gym. Leaving them all alone. The sudden nervous energy radiated more potently now as she stood in his presence and she forced herself to focus on the task at hand.
"Wanna head to the office?" he asked.
"No, we're fine right here. It'd only take a minute."
"Alright, hold on." He turned around and grabbed the folded chair
"Um, I was hoping to see Cameron. Is he here by any chance?"
"He's busy right now."
"Well, I just wanted to talk to him about something. It's important."
"No groupies during his work out."
She scowled, offended.
“For your information, I'm not a groupie. I'm a—"She stopped, realizing how harsh she came off. Forcing a sweet smile, she tilted her head. "I'm not here for that. It's about business. I promise it won't take any more than 10 minutes."
The man assessed her frame, his gaze lingering on her breasts. If this were any other time, she would've turned away in pure disgust. But times like these, she used her gender to her advantage. If he were like any man, he would cave at the sight of a beautiful woman. Men were weak like that.
"I would really..." She whispered, stepping a bit closer. " Really appreciate it, if you could do me that favor."
After a moment, he nodded. "This way."
She eased with relief and followed him through the spacious main entrance. She looked around, amazed at the cream marble floors, black hued plush seats and the gold hued front desk, in which an auburn haired receptionist was seated. Large pictures of Cameron Lewis were plastered on the walls, displaying photographs of his past fights. There was even a life sized golden statue of himself posted at the corner. She was in awe. It was like a Cameron Lewis kingdom.
He led her to the wooden double doors, then opened them. In that instant, pounding sounds of rap music welcomed her at the entrance. The gym was spacious, built with a boxing ring in the center of the room, and occupied with equipment such as heavy bags, speedbags, and other exercise machines.
And there he was.
At the corner of the room, with whom she assumed was his trainer, working out on the pull-up machine. Helplessly, she took notice to that perfectly sculpted body of his, coated in dripping sweat. Dressed in nothing but his white basketball shorts, his muscular upper frame was bare for her to see. Each time he pulled himself up, with his grip on the steel bar, his 6 pack abs bulged only emphasizing their beautiful definition, and she salivated at the sight. Goodness! And that face he made. His thick brows furrowed as he clenched his eyes shut, his nose flaring and teeth plunging his bottom lip, arose warm flutters within her insides. The look of fight. Pain. Focus.
"Aye yo, boss man!"
She shook away her thoughts.
At the call of his name, Cameron turned his head. He blinked at the sight of her, stopping in midair. He slowly descended and stood on his feet. He grabbed a towel off the nearby chair and wiped his drenched face and upper body. Draping the towel over his neck, he made his way toward her direction.
Her heart raced the closer he neared and she shamed herself, wondering why she was so nervous all of a sudden. She masked it as best she could, standing straight with a lifted chin, fighting her best to ignore the smoldering heat of his lingering stare.
"She said she gotta talk to you," the man said, as Cameron stood before them. "Is it cool?"
"Yeah." He nodded.
The security then turned away and left.
"Well, ain't this a surprise?" He gripped the towel that draped over his neck with both hands, displaying the beautiful sight of his physique without a care in the world. Frustrated, she fought the urge to look. He knew damn well what he was doing.
She cleared her throat. "I came here to talk business, if you don't mind."
His brow lifted. "Business?"
"Yes."
He gave her a wary look, before nodding. He turned his gaze to his trainer at the corner, "Aye Leo, take thirty!"
The older man nodded, before stepping out of the gym. Leaving them all alone. The sudden nervous energy radiated more potently now as she stood in his presence and she forced herself to focus on the task at hand.
"Wanna head to the office?" he asked.
"No, we're fine right here. It'd only take a minute."
"Alright, hold on." He turned around and grabbed the folded chair
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