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She waves me over eagerly, and I follow her into the large, airy room with the other attendees. There is a mix of men and women. The room has pale wooden sprung floors, a wall of windows, and two walls of mirrors – you can seeeverythingyou’re doing, which is probably the point.
There are some free weights beside one of the mirrored walls and a bunch of boxing bags beside the other, with a large, open space in the middle of the room. I shove my bag on top of Holly’s in the open cubby spaces near the door, taking a spot beside her in the middle of the class.
“All right, everyone. I’m Jimmy. I hope you’re all having a great morning! Are we ready to sweat?”
The instructor, who has called the room's attention to him, is standing near the free weights. I turn my eyes -to him and swallow, my mouth suddenly dry.
Holly said this isn’t her usualsexyinstructor, but this one is damn sexy. He has a short, trimmed beard, the same dark brown as his tousled hair, which is messier than I’m used to seeing on guys I know. He has greeny-blue eyes under thick brows, and his muscles are rippling underneath his navy-blue Dynamo Fitness T-shirt.
I finally tear my eyes away from his glorious arms and peek at his legs, visible under his workout shorts. Yep. He doesn’t skip leg day. What a mouthwatering specimen of a man.
Everyone starts to do a synchronized warm-up stretch, and I quickly move to copy them. I totally wasn’t listening – too busy drooling over the sexy trainer.
He runs through some stretches and on-the-spot cardio, and finally, I hear the words I came for.
“All right. Partner up and grab some gloves. Two people to a bag. Let’s box!”
Yes,please. Turning my back on his yumminess, I follow Holly, grabbing some gloves when she does and standing beside her bag. I’ve never really boxed before, so I watch her technique, noting the names of the punches as the trainer calls them out.
“And switch!”
Yes. Here. We. Go. Grinning at Holly, I take my place in front of the bag.
“Left cross!”
I punch with my left hand across to the opposite side of the bag, letting out anoomphas I connect. Damn. That feltgood. Ignoring the called shots, I let loose on the bag, jabbing at it again and again.
With every punch, a little piece of stress flows out of me. This isexactlywhat I needed. I should have signed up for a boxing class years ago. They need to advertise these in the office.
Holly is laughing, calling out encouragement to me. Her eyes flicker over my shoulder, and a shadow falls over me. Still punching, my eyes flicker over and take in the yummy trainer. I can faintly smell a woodsy scent. He smells just as yummy as he looks. That’s a dangerous combination.
There is a flash of amusement in his eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest, nodding at the bag I’m still punching.
“Who are you hitting?”
“Everyone,” I grind out through clenched teeth, grunting as I hit the bag particularly hard.
He chuckles warmly, uncrossing his arms and placing a guiding hand under my elbow, another lightly gripping my wrist.
“Keep this straight,” he manipulates my wrist, “so you don’t hurt yourself and can get more power. Keep your other hand covering your chin and mouth.”
I make the suggested changes, moving my feet when he points out I’m also standing wrong.
“Put that foot forward,” his hands land on my bare waist, turning me, so I’m standing square to the bag. His fingers are still on my bare skin, my flesh burning with awareness.
I punch the bag again, even harder this time. Now I’m not just punching away stress but horniness too. From this position, his woodsy scent is even stronger.
Gah! He needs to step back, or I will not be responsible for my mouth. I’ll probably ask him to kiss me or something.
When he does step back, eyeing my form critically and nodding, I immediately feel the loss of his hands.
“Well done. Keep hitting like that. Two minutes and we switch back!”
The last bit is yelled as he twists, addressing the whole class. Switch? Boo. I’m not nearly done hitting this bag yet.
JIMMY
Moving through the boxing bags, I stop and correct Anna Jansen’s stance. She laughs, nodding and jabbing at the bag while her sister cheers her on.
