I’m going to make him eat his words.
So what if my ex thinks I’m fat? He doesn’t know what he’s missing. But I joined a gym and I’m going to show him.
First step, ignore the sexy and intense owner of my new gym. He intrigues and intimidates me at the same time. The way he watches me makes me wonder if he’s trying to find a way to kick me out. I can’t handle another guy rejecting me because of my curves. Then he throws out other clients for making me feel like crap.
And kisses me.
He’s not like any guy I’ve ever met. He’s strong and silent and a whole lot of alpha. Maybe a little too much for me. He gives me confidence and defends me and makes me believe I can do anything.
I’ve never felt this way. That’s good though, right?
Excerpt from Fat & Fine
Brady took a deep breath and rested his forehead against mine. He held me tightly but at a distance. I didn’t know what he was going through, but I needed an answer.
“I’m not myself when you’re around, Sam. It scares the shit out of me. But what scares me more is watching you walk out that door and knowing you’ll never come back. I want you, Sam. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything, but I don’t know who I am if I’m not in control.”
“Why do you have to be in control, Brady? What are you afraid of?”
He shook his head and let go of me, walking across the room. He rested his hands on his desk and leaned over. The muscles in his back bunched and made me want to run my hands all over him. I could see the pain in him, even from behind.
“It doesn’t matter. I just can’t lose control. I would never hurt you, Sam. You have to know that. I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
I stepped closer, needing to touch him, to look at him. I touched his back and he jumped, then settled against my hand. “Brady, look at me. Please,” I begged.
He hesitated then turned his head slowly. His body stayed in place and he peered over his shoulder at me. I glided my hand around his body and tugged to get him to turn. With a sigh he turned and sat on the edge of his desk, bringing us almost to eye level.
“Do I look afraid of you? Do I look like I want to run?” He shook his head. “I’m just as out of control as you are, except it doesn’t scare me. What does scare me is how much I think about you and how bad I felt when I knew you thought I didn’t want you. I didn’t come back here for this, but I’m not going to lie and tell you I’m not enjoying it. I’m not afraid of you Brady.”
His hands skimmed my waist, fingers reaching from my hips to just barely below my breasts. Large hands, strong hands, sexy hands.
“Maybe you should be. I’m afraid of me.”
“Then we take this slow. Unless you don’t want to-“
“No,” he nearly shouted. “I want to. Jesus, I want to. Are you sure?”
I smiled and glided my hands up his chest then over his shoulders. “I’m sure. And one day I’m going to snap that control of yours and see what I get out of it.”
“No, Sam. You can’t,” he said fearfully. “Please promise me you won’t.”
“Brady, I don’t want you afraid to be yourself around me. If you’re holding back then I’ll wonder who’s really there.”
“This is me. If I lose control it won’t be me. It’ll be… someone else. I can’t be him.”
He shook his head. He wasn’t going to tell me. It was too much for him.
“Please, Sam, just promise me.”
I could see how much it mattered to him. How important it was that I didn’t push him. As much as I didn’t want to, I agreed.