as quickly as I can. I am very aware of him staring at me and exhaling loudly for me to hurry up. I sign all the boxes and then I nervously hand the forms back to the girl. She smiles at me and then she asks for the payment.
“That’ll be fifty nine ninety nine.” Crap I forgot to bring my purse. My prayers are answered when Mr Wilde hands over his credit card. I am blushing. I feel awful that he had to pay for me. He quickly signs the receipt and then he slides his hand onto my back as he leads me towards the machines. I look up at him as we walk.
“Is there something you’d like to say?” he says in a smug voice. I roll my eyes at him.
“Thanks I guess.” he laughs and then he halts at the treadmills. He smugly jumps onto the machine and he switches it on. He begins to walk at first and then he starts to run. I am breathless just watching him. I am never going to keep up with him.
“Are you just gonna stand and watch me? Or are you gonna join in?” I exhale and I nod at him. I jump onto the treadmill next to him and I start it up. The machine is slow . Very slow in fact. I hit the level button and I turn up the pace. I start to slowly jog and then I pick up the courage to run. My body is pulsating with sweat, and my heart is racing. But running next to him, is such a rush. Who knew that working out could be so thrilling.
We move onto the rowing machines and Mr Wilde informs me that ten minutes on one of these machines, will do wonders for my core. I don’t have any gym experience , so I am going to take his word for it. He buckles me in and he adjusts the seat for me. His hands feel good against my hot skin . Don’t Ashley. He sets the level and then he explains what I need to do.
“Okay, so you just grab onto the bar and pull back and forth. You got that?” I nod. It seems pretty straight forward. I pull on the bar and I fly backwards and the rope that’s attached to the bar pulls be back in again. My legs are sliding back and forth as I continue to pull on the bar. My stomach muscles are flexed and I can feel them turning hot. My legs start to burn after just five minutes of this torture. How am I going to survive another five? Whilst I row in pain, Mr Wilde has moved over to the weights. He is lying flat on his back on the bench press. He begins to lift the bar up and down and I am impressed by the size of the weights that he ’s lifting. My body continues to ache and burn as the minutes count down. I am relieved when the clock flashes to zero. I unfasten the belt around my waist and feet and I slowly climb off of the machine. I can hardly walk and I can see that Mr Wilde is laughing at me. I scowl at him as I edge closer.
“Has Miss Harper had enough pain for one day?” he says as he stands up in front of me. I bite my lip to hold back my anger. He smirks at me and then he places his hand onto my back. “Are you hungry?” he says as he leads me over to the seating area. I take a deep breath as I dream about bacon and pancakes.
“I’m starving.” he laughs at me as he sits me down onto a plastic chair. He walks over to a water tank and he pours two little cups of water. He begins to sip his as he hands me mine. I smile at him and I thank him for the gesture. “Thanks.” I inhale the water and I toss the cup into the nearest bin. He stands in front of me with his arms folded across his chest.
“Let’s go,” he says as he holds out his hand for me. I slowly pull myself off of the chair and I take his hand. We walk out of the gym hand in hand. I quickly realise how inappropriate that is, so I let go of his hand. He looks at me as he holds open the door of his car.
“Why are you so scared of affection?” My heart starts race –he has crossed a line. I don’t want to talk about personal things with him. He is my music producer and my adviser, nothing more. I can’t allow him to think that we could ever be anything more than that.
“I think it would be best if we just talked about
“That’ll be fifty nine ninety nine.” Crap I forgot to bring my purse. My prayers are answered when Mr Wilde hands over his credit card. I am blushing. I feel awful that he had to pay for me. He quickly signs the receipt and then he slides his hand onto my back as he leads me towards the machines. I look up at him as we walk.
“Is there something you’d like to say?” he says in a smug voice. I roll my eyes at him.
“Thanks I guess.” he laughs and then he halts at the treadmills. He smugly jumps onto the machine and he switches it on. He begins to walk at first and then he starts to run. I am breathless just watching him. I am never going to keep up with him.
“Are you just gonna stand and watch me? Or are you gonna join in?” I exhale and I nod at him. I jump onto the treadmill next to him and I start it up. The machine is slow . Very slow in fact. I hit the level button and I turn up the pace. I start to slowly jog and then I pick up the courage to run. My body is pulsating with sweat, and my heart is racing. But running next to him, is such a rush. Who knew that working out could be so thrilling.
We move onto the rowing machines and Mr Wilde informs me that ten minutes on one of these machines, will do wonders for my core. I don’t have any gym experience , so I am going to take his word for it. He buckles me in and he adjusts the seat for me. His hands feel good against my hot skin . Don’t Ashley. He sets the level and then he explains what I need to do.
“Okay, so you just grab onto the bar and pull back and forth. You got that?” I nod. It seems pretty straight forward. I pull on the bar and I fly backwards and the rope that’s attached to the bar pulls be back in again. My legs are sliding back and forth as I continue to pull on the bar. My stomach muscles are flexed and I can feel them turning hot. My legs start to burn after just five minutes of this torture. How am I going to survive another five? Whilst I row in pain, Mr Wilde has moved over to the weights. He is lying flat on his back on the bench press. He begins to lift the bar up and down and I am impressed by the size of the weights that he ’s lifting. My body continues to ache and burn as the minutes count down. I am relieved when the clock flashes to zero. I unfasten the belt around my waist and feet and I slowly climb off of the machine. I can hardly walk and I can see that Mr Wilde is laughing at me. I scowl at him as I edge closer.
“Has Miss Harper had enough pain for one day?” he says as he stands up in front of me. I bite my lip to hold back my anger. He smirks at me and then he places his hand onto my back. “Are you hungry?” he says as he leads me over to the seating area. I take a deep breath as I dream about bacon and pancakes.
“I’m starving.” he laughs at me as he sits me down onto a plastic chair. He walks over to a water tank and he pours two little cups of water. He begins to sip his as he hands me mine. I smile at him and I thank him for the gesture. “Thanks.” I inhale the water and I toss the cup into the nearest bin. He stands in front of me with his arms folded across his chest.
“Let’s go,” he says as he holds out his hand for me. I slowly pull myself off of the chair and I take his hand. We walk out of the gym hand in hand. I quickly realise how inappropriate that is, so I let go of his hand. He looks at me as he holds open the door of his car.
“Why are you so scared of affection?” My heart starts race –he has crossed a line. I don’t want to talk about personal things with him. He is my music producer and my adviser, nothing more. I can’t allow him to think that we could ever be anything more than that.
“I think it would be best if we just talked about
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