Page 36 of Heartbreaker

“Alex,” Lindy says and points at him then walks away muttering and slams the door. I would totally fire her ass if she wasn’t so old. Cantankerous old moo.

“Excuse Lindy, she is half pit bull,” I say and motion for him to sit.

We spend the next two hours going over the basics. Around twelve I look at my watch. I have a job booked in for one but won’t be taking him on this one. I need to know he is ready before he goes anywhere near the girls. I won’t have them hurt because of a bad decision I have made.

I give Alex some homework to do and leave.

*~*~*

Walking into the local Costa Coffee shop, I see the girl straight away. I instantly know this one will be tough. Strangely it’s not the bitches I find hard but the nice, sweet girls who don’t deserve it. I walk up to her table where she is sitting shredding a napkin as she nurses her latte.

She is a beautiful girl. I instantly know I won’t tell this girl the real reason her boyfriend is dumping her. He thinks she is unhealthy and doesn’t look after herself. The fact is, I have read her file and this girl is fitter than me, but she is curvy and not your standard size 12. Personally, I think her size 18 figure is beautiful.

I refuse to undermine this girl’s confidence in her body. She looks up and it hits me again how many idiots there are in the world. Her smile alone is enough to knock any man off his feet.

“Zara?” I ask.

She stands and holds out her hand. “Yes, hello,” she says, and I sit opposite her.

“Thank you for meeting me. Would you like anything else?” I ask as I stand to get a coffee. She shakes her head, no. Just then I hear her stomach rumble, she blushes and looks away as she puts a hand to her tummy.

I order a cappuccino and two pieces of chocolate cake. Chocolate is my weakness and I automatically think of Tinkerbell and her chocolate delights. I feel a grin tug at my lips.

Walking back to the table I stop and put the tray down.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I’m starving, and chocolate cake is my weakness, I hate eating alone.” I offer her a charming smile and she grins back as we tuck into the cake.

When we are both mostly done, I wipe my mouth with a napkin and look at her.

“I know you think this is about me becoming your personal trainer, but as you can probably tell I’m not a personal trainer.” I see her frown.

“The truth is I met with Trevor last week and he asked me if I would talk to you.” She looks worried now and I rush on, I hate that look. “He doesn’t want to be with you anymore. He hired my services to tell you that it is over, and he wants you to move out.”

“What? Why?” Is it because I eat too much? I can stop honestly I can,” she says, and I want to punch Trevor.

“Zara, this is nothing you did. You are perfect as you are. Don’t think he would be any different if you were a size 4. To be honest, Trevor is a bit of a dick head. He thinks far too much of himself to ever do a woman like you justice.”

I watch as she annihilates the napkin.

“But I can’t do better than him, look at me,” she nearly shrieks, and tears hit her eyes.

I take her hand and look at her.

“Zara, that is wrong! He won’t do better than you. He was punching well above his weight with a woman like you. You are a real woman not a doll and if it wasn’t totally unethical I would be all over you,” I say and grin cheekily causing her to give me a watery smile.

She sniffs, and I offer her a tissue from my pocket.

“Thanks. You know, I really try. I do kickboxing, spin, boot camps, and try and live on salad, but nothing works.”

“Tell me something Zara, do you do it for you?”

I watch her think. “I do the exercise for me as I enjoy it, but I hate salads.”

“So, screw salads. Life is short, you need to live it for you not what others think. Go to the gym and eat cake. Personally, I think you are gorgeous.”

“Tell me, Jackson do you have a girlfriend?”

Do I have a girlfriend? Well isn’t that the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question? “Yeah, yeah I do.”