FIT: #1 in the Fit Trilogy Read Online Free

and I didn’t think that would give you the idea that I was trying to ease you into your workouts.”
    A brutal comeback about trying to ease her into BDSM was on the tip of her tongue, but she let it go.
    “Okay, well. I have to meet a friend for lunch.” Violet snatched up the rest of her berry-kale drink and stood to leave. “It was... interesting to meet you.”
    Grant stood as well. A more sincere smile touched his lips this time. He knew he’d fucked up. “It was.”
    Violet nodded then walked toward her car. She could feel Grant Gibson’s eyes on her back the whole way.
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    Hours later Grant found himself where he wound up on most Sunday nights. Alone on his couch, Lakers on his TV, beer in his hand, black cat at his shoulder and snoring Rottweiler at his side.
    He thought about calling Master Philip and seeing if he could drop into the club, maybe haul some sweet new thing over his knee and teach her a thing or two about patience and obedience. But the idea was immediately chased away by the memory of the grimace of horror that had popped up on Violet Ryan’s face the second he’d opened his big fucking mouth.
    He’d fucked up. Huge. Was Violet his type? Hell yeah—she was pretty, smart, funny—but he had interpreted her all wrong. She wanted a trainer, they both got that part. But the flirting, the way she nearly stripped him bare with her eyes the moment he sat down at the table? He’d gotten that all wrong. There had been attraction, a mutual one at that, but just because he was looking for more didn’t mean she was.
    Grant thought Violet would be an amazing submissive, but she wasn’t his to test that theory and he’d completely driven her away by suggesting their professional relationship should become even the slightest bit sexual.
    He could just picture her now, telling her friends about this pervert trainer who tries to seduce his clients before their first Visa payment even went through. She’d probably give Margaret an earful too, for suggesting this guy who made it seem like he couldn’t keep it in pants. Margaret knew all about him so she wouldn’t hold that part against him, but she’d rib him royally for making such an ass out of himself. Either way, it was time for him to suck it up and go back to the club or at least take it to the Internet. He had needs that had to be met.
    Just as the third quarter ended, his phone jumped and sang on the coffee table. His cat, Bill, dug his claws into his jeans at the sound. It was probably Armando asking if he wanted to grab some food or a drink before they started their week. But when he picked up the phone he didn’t see his buddy’s name and he didn’t recognize the number.
    “Grant Gibson,” he said.
    Violet Ryan’s sweet voice answered back. “Are you a chubby chaser? Like do you just screw fat women as some sort of fetish? Does banging big girls stroke your ego?”
    “No.” Grant laughed. “It’s nothing like that.”
    “Do you have yellow fever? Do you only date Asian women? Should I tell you now that I’m Chinese, not Korean or Japanese, lest it fuck up some weird nationalist streak you have going?”
    Grant’s laugh was pretty manic this time. “Whoa. No. And what kind of guys have you been dating?”
    “I haven’t been dating those guys. I just know those guys are out there. Anyway, you gotta tell me what gives. That was… Yeah, I don’t know what the hell that was. I want you to train me, but you have to help me out here. Explain.”
    Grant couldn’t believe she’d called. Pleased that she was even willing to speak with him, he dropped the Don Juan act and told her the truth. “I find you very attractive and I thought we clicked on another level. I can handle being wrong but, no, I don’t chubby chase. I’m not an Asian fetishist. My last girlfriend was Greek. This, what I proposed, is all about you and the fact that I genuinely like what I know about you so far.”
    “Have you done this with your clients