TAMED: #2 in the Fit Trilogy Read Online Free

with Kalli had been met. She explained all this to Armando, and for the fifty minutes that followed, he made her work her ass off.
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    “Lady, those mini blinds are so ugly. Like real fucking ugly,” Nailah said to herself. Everyone teased her about the way she had full conversations with no one else in the room, but she could never come up with a good reason to make herself stop, so she just went with it. Even now, with her office door wide open, her and her brother’s assistants sitting ten feet away, she didn’t really care if she sounded crazy or not.
    “Nope, that’s ugly too.”
    Mrs. Levitz had sent over some ideas for her daughter’s bedroom, dozens of links for paint colors, light fixtures, and decor that all clashed or looked flat-out hideous. Luckily, Mrs. Levitz was just trying to be more helpful than insistent. Nailah could use maybe one of her ideas. It wouldn’t be too tough to steer her client away from the rest.
    “I found him!” Maura shouted from the next room.
    “Oh my god, he’s cute,” Brian added. Garai’s assistant was a great asset to Shalaby-Gold Realty, when he wasn’t drifting down the hall to play with Maura.
    “Nailah, you wanna see? I think we found some good dirt.”
    That had her attention. “Yeah, yeah! Let me see. Bring it in here.”
    She absently registered Maura and Brian bolting into her office, chattering on as they came. Nailah finally looked up from her email when Maura plopped her laptop down on the desk.
    “That’s him, right?”
    After their first workout together, Nailah checked out the Melrose Fitness company website and spent a few moments drooling over Armando’s picture on the ABOUT US page. She had work to do and beauty sleep to catch up on, but as soon as she got back to the office the following day she put Maura up to further recon.
    Nailah scanned over the Facebook profile in front of her before her eyes focused on the profile picture itself. The page most definitely belonged to Armando Vasquez, her new trainer and one of the sexiest men she had even seen up close. “Yep. That’s him.”
    She should have scoped him out before she went over to Melrose Fitness, but she was so busy and still so irritated with her father, she’d simply put the address into her phone and prayed he was at least tolerable enough to spend a sweaty hour with.
    Tolerable would have been a blessing. What she got was a complete punishment. He said his only interest was helping her sculpt the body she wanted. That didn’t change the array of sudden interests that popped up in her mind. How could she not sleep with him? Not only was he a work of art to behold but everything about him, his voice, his demeanor, his smile, even his eyebrows—which weren’t manicured but still managed to be perfectly in control—screamed mount me, do me, fuck me until you can barely move. She had been a fool with Kalli. He was a boy. A pitiful pastime. Armando Vasquez was a man. A man she could really spend some quality time with.
    “Okay.” Nailah pushed her laptop to the side and pulled Maura’s computer closer. “Let’s see what we can find.”
    “Start with his tagged photos,” Brian suggested. “You can usually find the best dirt from the people who’ve tagged him.”
    Nailah clicked on his photos and saw that Brian was right. Armando had tons of public photos of him with his friends. She recognized his co-workers from the gym, this white guy Grant something or other and a pretty black woman named Keira. A ton of pictures of the three of them being fitness-minded at different fitness-related events. There was a picture of Armando with Kalli at a fitness expo. Nailah quickly moved on from that and clicked on a picture that looked like Armando with his family and some friends. A Javier, Maria, and Connie Vasquez were bunched around Armando, who towered over all of them except for a Mark Vasquez, a taller, older black man who stood behind the girl tagged Maria.
    The next picture was