by S. H. Kolee
I giggled to myself idiotically, unsure if my flirting sounded teasing or dumb. It had been a long time since I had flirted and I was more than a little rusty.
Who said this was ever about business? Now get over here so I can talk to you in person instead of through a little screen.
Coming.
I quickly changed into workout clothes, grinning the whole time. I wanted to balance looking attractive in my workout gear without being too made up. There was nothing worse than a woman working out with heavy make-up and jewelry jangling with every movement while heavily doused in perfume. On the other hand, I didn't want to look too casual since dinner had been mentioned.
I decided on a pair of black leggings and a blue v-neck workout top with a built-in sports bra that could be mistaken for a regular fitted shirt. I grabbed a short gauzy black skirt that I could slip on over my leggings for dinner and stuffed it into my bag, along with some make-up to freshen up with after the workout. I prayed that I wouldn't perspire too much during the training session. The last thing I wanted Jackson to see when he looked across the dinner table was a sweaty mess.
The gym was only a few blocks away and as I pushed open the front door, I was suddenly nervous. The smell of the gym and the clinking of the machines reminded me that physical fitness was not my strong suit. I didn't want to make a fool of myself in front of Jackson.
I approached the front desk where a perennially smiling woman stood behind it. She nodded her head as people filed in and handed her their membership card to scan, smiling so vacantly that she resembled an automaton.
"Hi," I said with a slight smile of my own. "I'm supposed to have a training session with Jackson. Jackson Reynard."
The woman blinked and her mouth shrank to a normal smile, a genuine one this time.
"You must be Emma! I'll let Jackson know you're here."
She picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers.
"Jackson, Emma's here."
The woman smiled as she put the phone receiver back into the cradle. "He'll be right out."
"Great," I said, feeling a bit uncomfortable just standing there. I was surprised she knew me by name, but I assumed that part of her job was knowing all the members on a first name basis. Even prospective members. The woman was looking at me with way too much interest. It was friendly interest, but uncomfortable just the same.
"I'm Allison," she announced, holding out her hand.
"Nice to meet you, Allison," I replied, reaching out to shake her hand. Were people always this friendly at gyms? I wouldn't know since I rarely frequented one.
"I heard you just moved into town."
"Yes, I just moved here from Maryland." It was a bit discomfiting to realize that Jackson had apparently been talking about me to Allison.
"They have great crabs in Maryland." Allison continued, nodding at me and smiling. I started feeling a little creeped out.
"Er, yes. Maryland's known for their crabs." I prayed Jackson would appear soon and save me from this awkward conversation.
As if on cue, Jackson walked out from a door behind the front counter, giving me a wide smile as he caught sight of me.
"You made it." Jackson walked out from behind the counter and nodded to Allison as he grabbed my hand, drawing me down the hall closer to all those intimidating metal machines. "I was worried that you were going to change your mind."
I eyed the workout machines with trepidation. "I still may. I wasn't kidding when I said I don't really work out."
Jackson grinned, looking down at me. His green eyes were sparkling with amusement and a lock of brown hair fell onto his forehead, making him look rakish. He was much taller than I was and I had to tip my head back to make eye contact. Wearing athletic shorts and a t-shirt, he should have looked nondescript. Instead, with nothing to detract from his handsomeness, the blank canvas just made Jackson look all the more gorgeous. He was leanly muscled and I had to stop myself from reaching out and stroking his muscular arm and squealing like a preteen.
"We'll take it slow and easy today. The more sessions you get under your belt, the more I'll challenge you."
I let Jackson guide me over to a large mat in front of a mirror but protested at his words.
"The more sessions I get under my belt? I'm not planning on having more sessions. I'm not even planning on joining this gym!"
"That reminds me." Jackson slipped his hand into the pocket of his shorts, pulling out a membership card. He grabbed my bag and slipped it in, then placed my bag against the mirrored wall and out of the way.
"Wait, what was that?" I exclaimed, moving to grab my bag. Jackson pulled me in the opposite direction and stood behind me, putting a hand on each of my arms and holding me in place. The warmth of his hands was distracting and I was keenly aware of the close proximity of his body behind mine, but I was undeterred.
"Jackson, what did you just put in my bag?"
Jackson looked at me in our mirrored reflection and shrugged. I felt dwarfed by his size, the top of my head just shy of reaching the top of his shoulders.
"I pulled some strings and got you a year's membership to the gym."
"Wait, what? What do you mean you pulled some strings?" I narrowed my eyes at Jackson's reflection. "Did you pay for my membership?"
Jackson looked at me innocently. "That's not how it works. We don't pay people to come to the gym. Otherwise, we'd be out of business."
"Jackson," I warned. As flattered as I was by the idea that Jackson would get me a free membership to the gym, it made me uncomfortable to think that he had paid for it. I had just met him. I wasn't looking for a sugar daddy.
"I just have some pull around here. The owner was more than happy to give out a free membership when I told him I was thinking of increasing my hours." Jackson smiled at me winningly.
"You must be in high demand if you're able to give out free memberships willy nilly by promising to work a few more hours." I was still suspicious, but decided not to push it. It seemed churlish to throw Jackson's generosity in his face.
"Well, thanks for the free membership. Really." I then sighed. "Let the torture session begin."
Jackson laughed at the dour expression on my face. "Don't worry. We'll take this nice and slow. First, we'll just do some stretches."
Jackson guided my legs apart and I tried not to blush when his hands touched my thighs. He seemed determined to take a hands-on approach with the stretches, instead of just demonstrating them for me.
"Now just lean down to your right side and let gravity do the stretching for you."
He put one hand on my waist and put the other on my arm, gently guiding me down so that I was bending sideways to my right. It felt as though there was electricity running through his fingertips as he touched me, my body tightening with awareness.
"Okay, now the other side."
Jackson continued using his hands to show me how to stretch. It was one of the most excruciating fifteen minutes of my life. He seemed unaffected as his hands glided over me, pulling me into different positions. Some of them were so suggestive that I was starting to feel lightheaded.
"Okay, last stretch."
Jackson had me sit on the mat and spread my legs apart. He kneeled in between my legs, pushing them out with his hands to stretch my inner thigh muscles. I thought I was going to scream in pent up sexual frustration when I noticed that he was breathing heavily, each inhale and exhale sounding more and more strained. I glanced up at his face and saw that his eyes had darkened into a mossy green. Jackson gave me a half-grin as he released my legs.
"Let's try some laps on the treadmill." His voice sounded husky and rough.
I released the breath I hadn't realized I had been holding and nodded my head. "That's a good idea. And I know what to do on a treadmill," I said with a wry smile. "You don't need to show me with your hands how to run. I know how to put one leg in front of the other."
Jackson burst out laughing. "Duly noted."
He grabbed my bag and led me
to a treadmill, punching the keypad to start the machine.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-five." I watched Jackson input my age into the control panel of the treadmill.
"How much do you weigh?"
"Nuh uh," I said emphatically, shaking my head. "There is no way I'm telling you my weight."
"Girls and their weight," Jackson said with a quizzical look. "I'll never understand it. It's just a number."
"Yeah, a number that you're not privy to," I replied sardonically.
"You win," Jackson relented with a cocked eyebrow. "Just input your weight and choose interval session for twenty minutes. We'll just have you walk today to loosen up your muscles. I'll be right back. I'm just going to drop your bag in my office for safekeeping."
I nodded and waited for him to walk away before entering my weight. Men just didn't understand.
I looked around as I walked. The gym was pretty full and I couldn't help but notice that almost all of the people were in fantastic shape. I didn't understand it. The few times I had stepped inside a gym, it was inevitable that everyone inside was already fit. Where did the regular people go, before they were able to wear spandex ensembles with pride? Did they keep them in some dark hidden room of the gym until they were presentable enough to be unleashed into the main facility?
My thoughts were interrupted as I watched Jackson striding back towards me. I felt a delicious curl of anticipation tighten inside me. There was no mistaking it. Jackson was attracted to me. I was contemplating my first fling with relish when I saw a woman stop Jackson. She was talking animatedly and laughing. She was also drop dead gorgeous in skintight spandex and rock hard abs. I started thinking about my own soft middle and wanted to cringe, but I stopped myself before I let my thoughts get too wayward. I needed to stop comparing myself to other women. I may not be in the best shape, but I wasn't a sack of potatoes either. Men, including Jackson, would accept me as I was or I would find someone else who appreciated me.
I patted myself on the back, but I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as the woman led Jackson over to a curling machine, putting her hand on his arm while they talked and laughed loudly. Jackson seemed engaged in the conversation, apparently explaining something on the machine and then making some adjustments to it.
He looked over at me and I quickly glanced away, kicking myself for being caught gawking at him. I concentrated on walking on the treadmill until I felt his presence beside me, but I didn't turn towards him.
"How are you doing?"
"Good." I glanced at him through the corner of my eye. "I guess Claire was right. You're pretty high in demand."
Jackson laughed. "That's one of my clients. One of my married clients."
I shrugged as if I didn't have a care in the world. "Doesn't matter to me." But I realized it did matter. I rationalized that while I wanted a fling, I didn't want a fling with a man who was flinging every other woman.
"If you say so," Jackson said casually. He watched me finish my twenty minutes on the treadmill without comment.
"Is that it?" I asked hopefully as I stepped off the machine.
"My training skills haven't even been on display yet," Jackson replied. "I'll just take you through a few muscle strengthening machines and then we can go to dinner."
"Where are we going for dinner?" I asked, accepting the cup of water Jackson offered and draining it. I held my breath as Jackson took a towel and gently dabbed my face with it. I had hardly perspired during my walk, but I didn't protest. His gesture seemed intimate and seductive.
"It's a surprise."
"Okay," I said, willing to play along. "It just can't be anywhere too nice since I'm not really dressed for it."
"You're dressed perfectly."
Jackson showed me how to use a few machines and had me go through a few reps. The last one was a leg extension machine and as I struggled to pull up the weight, I realized how weak I was. Maybe it really was a good idea to start working out regularly, especially since I now had a gym membership.
I strained to complete the last two reps, closing my eyes and unable to suppress a soft moan due to the exertion of trying to extend my legs with the weight.
"Stop."
I opened my eyes and breathed out, looking at Jackson. I was more than happy to stop, but Jackson was looking at me funny. "Are you okay?"
Jackson grinned self-deprecatingly. "Not if I have to keep hearing you make those sounds. They sound way too close to other sounds I imagine you making."
"Jackson!" I squealed, appalled at his comment, yet feeling pleasure by my ability to turn him on.
Jackson winked at me. "It's definitely time for dinner."
I got up from the machine and winced as my legs protested against the sudden movement. I really was out of shape. I reached down and massaged my thighs, trying to relieve some of the ache. "Let me just freshen up. Can I get my bag from your office?"
Jackson didn't answer me as he watched me rub my thighs. I stopped mid-rub as I caught the look in his eyes. "Jackson?" My voice sounded way more breathy than I wanted it to.
Jackson shook his head as if he was mentally clearing it and looked up at my face. "Sure, follow me."
We walked to an area where there were a cluster of doors and Jackson opened one, waiting for me to step inside first and then closing the door behind him. I waited for him to get my bag, but he just stood there, watching me.
I cleared my throat. "Are you trying to make me nervous?"
Jackson shook his head. "Why? Am I making you nervous?"
I laughed faintly. "A little."
"Why's that?"
"Because...because you're looking at me like you're going to swallow me whole."
My breath caught as a dazzling wide smile stretched across Jackson's face.
"You didn't tell me you could read minds."
"Jackson-"
Whatever I was going to say was cut off as Jackson pulled me towards him until my body was pressed against his. He leaned down, his lips hovering over mine.
"Do you know how turned on I was watching you stretch, feeling your body straining beneath my hands?"
I shook my head, my ability to speak having disappeared.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?"
Jackson didn't wait for an answer as his lips met mine, gently coaxing and grazing my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck, reaching up as I balanced myself on the tips of my toes to increase the pressure of the kiss. Jackson grunted in approval as he kissed me harder, his lips more demanding as he traced the seam of my closed lips with his tongue. My mouth opened automatically at his silent request and I felt myself drowning in desire as his tongue invaded my mouth, tangling with mine as the intensity of our kiss increased.
Jackson reached up with one hand, grasping my ponytail and anchoring my head so that I was helpless against the onslaught of his mouth. Not that I wanted to protest. The thought of breaking contact didn't even cross my mind as I eagerly matched his passion.
Jackson was the one who finally broke the kiss, his harsh breathing showing how much he had been affected by the kiss.
"Jesus," he said with a hint of amusement in his voice. "You don't need any training lessons in kissing."
I laughed as I leaned back so that I could look at him. "I think we should go to dinner before we scandalize the gym patrons."
Jackson quirked his mouth. "The walls are so thin here, it's not exactly the best place for privacy."
Jackson walked over to his desk and opened a drawer, pulling out my bag.
"Bathroom's right down the hall. I'll wait for you in the lobby."
I gave Jackson a quick smile. "Okay."
"Don't take too long." Jackson gave me a slight tap on my bottom and I gave him a look of censure. I couldn't help laughing when he just shrugged his shoulders with a grin.
I had slipped on my black skirt and was freshening up my makeup when Allison walked into the bathroom.
"Hi!" she said cheerily when she
saw me. "How was your training session?"
"Good!" I said, flushing a little. "Great, actually. I'm looking forward to working out here."
"I'm sure you are," she replied with a wink. "I knew something more than a training session was going on when Jackson had me clear his schedule for tonight."
"He did?"
"Yeah, he said he wasn't sure what time his new client was coming in so he wanted to make sure he was available. Of course, that's not normal protocol for a client so I was able to weasel out of Jackson that it was actually a date."
I felt a flood of pleasure at her words. The fact that Jackson thought I was important enough to clear his schedule was flattering. Then I frowned as I thought it through.
"I hope he doesn't get in trouble," I said, worried. "I'm sure it's not looked highly upon to clear your schedule for just one person. Especially for someone who's not even paying for a training session."
"Oh, don't worry about it," Allison said airily as she leaned closer to the mirror to reapply lipstick. "Jackson is such a popular trainer that he brings hordes of clients in. The owner's just happy to have him on staff."
"I guess that's okay then." I was relieved because I didn't want to cause Jackson any grief in his job. I knew that he was a struggling actor and this was probably his main source of income.
"See you later," I said, packing up my things and heading out of the bathroom.
"Have fun!" Allison said enthusiastically, not looking at me as she concentrated on applying mascara.
I couldn't help feeling a tingle of excitement when I saw Jackson waiting for me in the lobby. He had changed into jeans and a blue button-down shirt that was untucked and cuffed at the sleeves. He looked casual and delicious, and it thrilled me to no end that this hunk of a man was waiting for me.
Jackson grinned as he caught sight of me. He reached down and rubbed the fabric of my sheer skirt between his fingertips.
"I like this."
"Thanks."
Jackson looked up and smiled. "My imagination is getting the better of me."
I looked at him with mock sternness. "Dinner, remember?"
"Oh, I remember," he replied, letting go of my skirt and grabbing my hand. "Let's go."
