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“Yeah, well, you’re going to throw your ass out if you keep talking through it like that,” I snap back.
I knew they were judging me, dammit. I fucking knew it!
“Nobody asked you, cupcake.”
“Your form is fucked up,” he replies. He and Chase share a look and chuckle to themselves at my apparent incompetence.
“Gee, thanks,” I return, now pissed off at their candidness. “I’ll make a note of it.”
I grit my teeth and get ready to start rowing like I’m escaping across an ocean.
“Look, you snarky little twat. I want to help,” Eric says. “But if you’re looking to spend the next two weeks in bed on your back…”
He gives me a sexy, pearly white-teeth smile, and I don’t understand why, but I can’t stay upset. Maybe because my pussy just got so wet that I’m going to have to wring my panties out after this.
He’s right, though, dammit. If I’m spending two weeks on my back, I’d rather it be because one of these studs is between my thighs. An injury at this point would just slow me down.
“Okay,” I relent. “What am I fucking up?”
“Well, first off, what muscle group do you think that machine is supposed to engage?” asks Eric. “When you sit at a machine, you should always know what it’s supposed to do to know if you’re doing it right.”
Really? They’re testing me. Clearly, I’ve never done this before, and these meatheads want to quiz me on it. How fucked up is that?
I feel so fucking stupid already.
“I was feeling it in my feet, some,” I answer. “So I’m guessing…my legs.”
“Yeah, that’s awful,” says Chase. “This equipment is designed to work your back, mainly. Here, let me show you.”
He gestures for me to get off the machine, and like an obedient little bitch, I climb right off of it.
A second ago, I was the sass queen of the rowing machine. Now, it’s like I’m begging to let him take the lead.
What the hell has gotten into me?
Chase hops on and shows me every step I’m doing wrong. I’m a little stirred up at how blunt they are?but it does make me realize that I might be able to learn something. Not to mention I’ll probably pull some muscle out of spite just because I don’t want to be on the receiving end of good-spirited advice.
I really need to learn how to just take a step back. Watch and learn. All the shit I’ve had my mind on all day has me on edge.
Plus, watching and learning has never been easier when it comes to the muscles of Chase’s rippling shoulder blades.
“How about you work on something a bit simpler, but a lot more rewarding?” Eric suggests. “If you’re looking to build muscle quickly, the best way to go is benching weight.”
I don’t know how I really feel about learning to bench press, but now that I’m not fighting him, his tone is actually sincere.
I’m just afraid of getting bulky. But something in me tells me to stay with the two of them. Of course, that something is probably just my pussy, but babe…if you could see these men right now, you wouldn’t even blame me.
I can’t help but stare as we walk to the benches. They’re so perfectly chiseled. Both of them look like they fell out of the sky to serve as demigods.
I lie down on the bench and scoot around into position. I grip the bar, and Eric immediately grabs my hands and moves them to the right place. I can feel the callouses on his palms, the brute strength coursing through his fingers.
My heart skips a beat.
“Here. Let me help you for the first couple of reps. It’ll give you a good feel for the motion and the range of it,” Eric offers.
The way that he’s flipped from arrogant to helpful has me confused. See, this flip-floppy bullshit attitude is exactly why I didn’t want a trainer. It’s too much emotional labor to try to keep up.
But as we pump the bar, my concerns fade, and my focus shifts to the workout.
