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"How's your morning been?" she asks.
"It's been alright," I say. "Did you sleep okay?"
Her cheeks flush and she nods, not meeting my eyes. "Yeah, I slept great. I'm feeling a lot better today. Not so sore."
I try not to think about how good her ass looks in her shorts as she stretches this morning and focus instead on the way her face is red. "That's good. You ready to work, then?"
Bailey smiles at me and my heart thumps. "Ready when you are."
We climb out of the ring and head to the bag, where I start her on some simple combos. Her technique is still bad, and it's obvious that she's not really comfortable with the moves, but she's a fast learner.
"Don't worry about hurting the bag," I tell her. "It doesn't have feelings, I promise. Just focus on technique. That's the most important thing. We can work on speed and power later."
She nods, and I stand behind her, correcting her form. This is torture. Pure torture. And I'm loving every second of it.
After an hour, we take a break. She's sweating and looks exhausted, and I get her some more water. We sit on the bench together, her legs tucked underneath her. There's a stiffness to her shoulders that has me worried, and then when someone drops a weight that clangs loudly against the ground, Bailey turns quickly and winces. Ah, she lied. She is sore.
"Bailey," I admonish, "if you're going to be my student, then you're going to have to be honest with me. If you're hurting from yesterday, don't lie to try and appear tough. Just tell me."
She bites her lip and then sighs, slumping her shoulders. "I'm sorry. I am a little sore, but it's nothing I can't handle. I'm not going to quit, Porter. I have to do this."
Her blue eyes meet mine, and I see a fire in them. She's glowing from the workout, breathing hard, and I fall even more for her. The determination in his girl is stronger than most of the grown men I teach.
"I know," I say, reaching out and putting my hand on her knee. She's so small. So delicate. I need to protect her, and I know she wants that, too. But I don't know if I'll be able to keep my hands off her. "Listen, I know I said we'll work some more today, but with you hurting, I think we should stop." Then, I say the thing that I know might damn me. "If you want to come by after closing today, I give one hell of a massage. I can work those sore muscles for you."
Bailey blushes bright red and looks away, but when her eyes meet mine, there's a glimmer of desire there. So she does want me. Fucking good.
She nibbles her lip, asking, "You think it will help?"
"Definitely," I tell her. "You won't believe how good it will feel. And it's part of the service."
Bailey smiles. "Well, in that case, count me in. My roommate always gets takeout for dinner and I can have her drop me off.”
"Alright. See you later, baby."
It just slips out. Fuck.
"What?" she asks, her innocent eyes wide.
"I'll see you tonight," I say, ignoring the nickname and heading back to the ring, desperate to shed some of this energy before I self-destruct. But as soon as Bailey is out the door, I notice something pink and rectangular sitting in the corner of the ring. Her cell phone.
I consider leaving it. She'll be back tonight after all, but the desire to see her at every available opportunity is too strong.
"Hey," I say, jogging outside, her phone in my hand. "Bailey!"
She turns around slowly, shielding her eyes from the sun. At first, I can't figure out why she's just standing there at the street corner, not moving, but then it hits me.
She's waiting on the bus. Oh, hell no.
"Porter," she says, her cheeks pink. She’s put her sweater back on, and it's baggy, the sleeves pushed up her arms.
"Here," I say, holding out her phone. “Don’t want to forget this.”
She looks embarrassed. "Thank you."
"Do you need a ride?" I ask, my mouth dry. "Let me take you home."
Bailey looks torn. "I, um, it's fine. The bus is just a few minutes late. Thank you, though."
