Page 24 of Rush (White Lace 1)


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center of my body. I knew if I didn’t tamp it down, the flush that spread across my cheeks wouldn’t be as easy to hide as my injury.

Despite the magic he was working on my muscles, it didn’t look like I was going to get my breathing under control at this point. Max stole the very air I was trying to breathe. He stole a lot of things: the air, my rationale, my intelligence. If I wasn’t careful, I might just end up being one of those girls who allowed him to steal their panties.

So I changed the subject.

“How do you know how to do that?”

He shrugged. Such a noncommittal gesture from someone so sure of themselves. At least that was the impression I had gotten during the first time we met.

“Are you a runner?”

“Since high school. I ran cross-country, but now I just do it because I like it.”

So that’s how he maintained his smoking hot body. I approved.

“At least I can cross the item off the list now.”

I let my head fall back, proud of my accomplishment.

“Not just yet.”

My head snapped up. “What do you mean?”

He looked at me, his heated stare burning a hole right through me. Without a change in his expression, he answered. “This is just the first day of our training. We’ll be training six days a week.”

“Training? For what?”

“By the time you graduate you should be able to run two kilometers. That’s the goal.” His mouth turned up in a grin. “But you have to do everything I say.”

I was right in the middle of preparing for final exams. I was so close to graduating I could taste it. Distracting myself with a new activity, and Max, was not the smartest move on my part.

“I’m not good with taking orders.”

“I believe that.” He tapped my nose with his finger. “Which is why this is going to be fun.”

“I haven’t agreed yet.”

I pulled out the elastic band that held my hair, letting it fall down my back. His eyes followed the bounce of the strands on my shoulders.

This guy was surrounded by hundreds of women who would give him their entire world. I can’t imagine loving anyone, liking anyone, enough to allow them entry into my world. If love was anything like my parents’ marriage, it was an arbitration decision—binding and inarguable.

“You will.”

Damn him. I would agree. Not only because of the list, but because the idea of seeing him six days a week was too unconscionable to pass up. Bitterness bubbled inside me. I hated that he had wrapped me around his little finger, and I was helpless to unravel myself from his grip.

“I still don’t understand why you’re doing this.”

“I’m not the class-A douche bag you think I am.”

I smiled and crossed my arms over my chest. I wasn’t aware that the action forced my almost non-existent breasts to squeeze together, causing his gaze to lower. I grunted and let my hands fall to my sides. “The defense rests.”

“Always lawyering.”

I shrugged. “It’s what I do.”

Max Levin was the complete opposite of everything I stood for. I was logic, he was emotion. I was years of planning and organization, he was carefree.

“What exactly would this training entail?”

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