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He’s going to be a few minutes late. Go right in. The ladies’
locker room is in the back to the right.”
    “Thank
you.”
    “Feel
free to use any of the equipment until he gets here. I can show you how to use anything
if you don’t know how. My name is Britney.”
    I shoot
her a look that seems to make her shrink. She takes a step back.
    Oops, too harsh, Sofia.
    I put
on a fake smile and say, “Thanks, Britney. I’m Sofia. I appreciate the offer but
I think I’ll be okay.”
    She sinks
into her chair and returns to her game of Candy Crush.
    The ladies’
locker room has a whirlpool, a steam room, and a sauna. The lockers have electronic
keypads instead of old combination locks. Everything is spotless, almost like it’s
hardly ever used.
    I
change into my workout clothes.
    While
I wait for Colton, I do three rounds on the heavy bag and then three on the speed
bag. Then I jog in a big loop around the club while mentally reviewing my goals.
    First
is to get Colton talking. Listen for clues. Second is to somehow get that firefly
attached to his car. Most car seats have something underneath the passenger seat
that would be easy to clip onto. I assume a Bentley does too, not that I’ve ever
been in a Bentley.
    I forget
all my plans as I see him walk in.
    God, did he get taller?
    He’s
wearing a white shirt and light gray pants that flow off his spectacular frame.
A gust of wind enters through the open front door with him.
    Sunglasses
and stubble again. Messy dark hair.
    Shit,
I’m doing it again.
    Oof !
    I plow
into the hapless sixty-year old guy right in the middle of his private lesson, almost
knocking him over. I stop and help him regain his balance.
    “Oh my
God!” I say. “I’m so sorry.”
    The
old guy looks at me in shock. “It’s okay,” he says with a smile as he looks me
up and down.
    “I’m
really so sorry. I’ll look where I’m going next time.”
    The instructor,
a big guy with a salt-and-pepper crew cut, just glares at me. I resume jogging.
    Colton
looks back at me as he walks into the men’s locker room, taking off his sunglasses
while smiling.
    Zing!
    Damn.
No! No! No! I’m going to stay in control of my bodily sensations today, damn it!
    I stop
running and do a couple more rounds on the heavy bag again.
    “You
found the place,” Colton Stark says as he emerges from the men’s locker room. “Thought
about sending you coordinates in case you got lost.”
    He’s
in a blue tank top with black shorts and cross trainers, holding his black
gloves and head gear. His shoulder muscles have deep ridges.
    “Funny,
asshole,” I say. “Are you ready to get creamed?”
    Shit,
bad choice of words.
    “You
have no idea,” he says.
    “Aren’t
you going to warm up?”
    “No need.
This won’t take long.”
    I laugh
and put my hands on my hips, looking up into his face. His blue eyes bore into me.
    Zing!
    I swear
I can’t control it. I can control it with every other human being on earth. Why
does this man seem to have complete command of my pussy?
    We put
on our gear and climb into the ring.
    We tap
gloves and begin moving in circles around the ring. I try not to look at his perfectly
carved shoulder muscles. Nor that tattoo.
    I throw
a couple of test jabs at him to see how he reacts. He slips both easily.
    “Arrest
anybody today?” he says as he sends a left jab toward my face. I slip to my
left, avoiding it.
    “Not
yet,” I say. “Need more evidence.”
    I fake
with my right, then my left. He steps back from both, unfazed.
    Hmm,
he’s good.
    “What
kind of evidence?” he says as he ducks under my left hook and rises with a right
uppercut that I block with my right glove.
    I step
back and move to his outside right. He follows me.
    “Not
sure yet,” I say.
    “You
need the hard kind.”
    Did he just say that?
    “Hard?”
    “Yeah,
hard, solid evidence. Something that’s going to blow a load of good intel your way.”
    He throws
a jab-jab-cross combination at me. I duck while sending