Page 22 of Fierce-Jonah

She had to decide if she wanted to continue or not. She’d bought a day pass for today but thought it might be worth paying for a month and seeing how this played out.

She’d gotten off the treadmill after forty-five minutes. Fifteen minutes more than she’d originally planned, but she had no idea what Jonah meant when he’d said he’d be done soon.

She wasn’t sure she liked the guessing but would give it another fifteen minutes. No reason for him to think she was waiting around and desperate. Spending an hour here was good in her mind. It was bad enough it’d be past eight by the time she got home and she’d have to shower and hope she slept, as she wasn’t used to working out this late in the day.

She was lying on the mats in the corner doing sit-ups when she felt a presence over her shoulder. She lay back down and looked up to see Jonah standing there. He had a shirt on this time and she wasn’t sure if she was at an advantage with this view looking up at him or a disadvantage.

But his compression shorts were tight to his legs so it’s not like she could see up his shorts to get a glimpse at more of his body. A body that would be illegal in some states. Nope, all states. He was just in way too good of shape.

Considering he owned a gym though, he should be.

“Still here?” he asked.

She continued to do her sit-ups. “It looks it. Just finishing up though.”

He came around to the side of her and squatted down, his hands going to her fingers that were locked behind her head. “Loosen up your fingers. Spread your elbows out wider. Your hands aren’t there to support your head as if it’s going to fall off, but rather balance your core. Now lift.”

His eyes were locked on hers, but she did as he’d said because it felt like her body had a mind of its own and she had no choice.

“I feel that more.”

“You should. Now you’re doing it right,” he said.

She did a few more while he watched and then stopped and sat up. “Is that a sample of your services to get people to buy some sessions with you?”

He laughed and wiggled his eyebrows. “If you’re interested in my services, I’ll give you one free session. Something tells me it’s not up your alley and you might struggle to walk afterward.”

She gulped. She had no idea if they were still talking about exercise or not and told herself to not crack a joke or even ask. It wasn’t the time or place.

But she knew a challenge when it was thrown at her and was damn well going to accept it.

This fell into the category of grabbing the bull by the horn. Now she just had to make sure she didn’t end up speared.

9

Doing My Job

Jonah took a deep breath as he looked at the clock and saw it was seven thirty. Eight days ago he’d issued a challenge to Megan about a one-on-one training session and wondered what the fuck was wrong with him doing that.

He’d fully expected her to laugh it off.

She took him up on it.

He couldn’t back down.

They’d looked at his schedule before she left and the only opening he could find was tonight from eight to nine. He’d told her to be here at a quarter of so she could fill out paperwork. Even though it was free, he still had to follow the rules. Something he’d always done in his life.

He didn’t want to take the chance there was something in her history he didn’t know about before he started. They’d be ready to start at eight and he closed the gym down at nine.

“Jonah, you didn’t answer me.”

He looked over at Phil who he was training with. Or more like Phil was training with another guy. The two of them doing some mock fighting. Jonah rarely did that anymore. Nothing strenuous, but his clients did need the combat with someone their size.

He supposed that was a good thing about having so many clients. He was able to set them up together and that was going on now. Two hours of it and it’d be ending soon. One hour was spent on offense and defense for both of them, but they only paid for an hour time each. They all thought it was a bonus to get two hours of his time, but he enjoyed doing this.

“Sorry,” he said. “What did you ask?”

“My kick,” Phil said. “Bill ducked; do I do a kick then or a punch or take him down?”