Playtime Rules

Rule #5 Dump Him Before He Dumps You

"Sorry, I kept you waiting. I'm booked solid this week."

She would have waited all damn day for him to be this close to her. The only problem, he was not close enough to her. The things she wanted to do to the man, but yet they were not alone in the gym.

"I understand. No worries," Yancy said to JeVonte. She still had to suck in her stomach when he was near. He was just so much fitter than her. "I see you're in hot demand."

"Everyone is working on their summer bodies." He gave her that pearly white grin again. "But you don't have that issue."

"Oh, that's cute," she chuckled at that, enjoying his flirt with her. At least he complimented her body which she was trying to get fitter. While overall she was slim, she had problem areas and her stomach was one of them.

"Anyway, if you want, we can get right into lifting some weights. Starting with the upper body which seems easiest for most women. Bicep curls, tricep kickbacks, hammer curls, maybe some chair dips and pushups."

"Huh? Say what? Me? On the ground doing pushups?" She laughed at him. He was fine but the man was crazy. His pretty mouth was saying things only a crazy person would say to her.

"What, scared of a little work? Didn't you train when you played ball?"

"Yes but, I don't like to do pushups by choice. And what else did you say? I have no clue."

"Come on, it won't be that bad." He walked to the neatly stacked weights on a rack, grabbed some hand weights, and gave them to her. They were not heavy at all, so she knew she could impress him with that. "Start with two sets of twelve reps of curls and let me see where you are."

"Got it."

She was not a stranger to lifting weights, it just was not her jam. Even when she played sports, she could run with the best of them but hated when coaches were on her to do anything else. That's why she never took playing seriously. Her father played, and as the only child, he pushed her to play. It was not girly enough for her, she wanted to be a cheerleader.

"Good, you got this, but we need to work on your form." JeVonte moved her arms closer to her body and held her elbows. "Lock them in place, just move your lower arms up, controlled up, and controlled down."

She was all the way turned on by him so close to her. Heavens! How did other women train with him?

"And I thought you were not going to train me? Keeping it strictly...pleasure."

He let go of her elbows and let her finish the reps by herself. "I said this was a freebie."

"You think I can't afford you?"

"If you can afford to be a member here, I think you can afford me."

They went through an intense upper body workout, biceps, triceps, shoulders, and back. This little freebie workout was torture. She started to sweat and she did not like that. And still, JeVonte had not asked her out. He was staying professional with her when she wanted him to touch her in some places.

Maybe she needed to make her move. Why did she need him to make the first move? Women could do anything men could do.

"When are you off? Like, done for the day."

"I have a client in a few minutes," he said as he checked his watch. "Two more for the day. My last client is at seven."

"That's very late. How do you, you know, have a life outside of work? Or do you just work, work, work, work?" Now she sounded like a Rihanna song. Subliminally she slapped her forehead.

"Nothing wrong with working. Some of us aren't so independently wealthy."

She dropped her weights, almost hitting him on his feet but he jumped back. "Now you're assuming things."

"Am I? So you aren't some rich, snobby girl that gets whatever she wants and does nothing for it?"

Her blood started to boil. As fine and sexy as she thought he was, now he irked her. Yes, she was rich, but she was not always rich. She worked hard for every last dime she earned. She enjoyed her lifestyle and nothing was going to change how she felt about her wealth. It was obvious he was not on her level.

He was a personal trainer. She already done the math, he could not afford her. He could not surprise her with lavish trips or expensive jewelry. He probably could not even afford the wine she liked to drink which was two hundred dollars a bottle.

"You know what, I just realized we have nothing in common, and maybe we should keep this just professional."

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to offend-"

"Oh, no offense." She grabbed her water bottle and took a sip. "And since we're going to keep this professional, I would like to hire you as my trainer. As long as we keep it at that."

He looked disappointed, but at this point, she did not care. What was she thinking? Sleep with the help? Fall for another guy that would break her heart in a million pieces? Rule number one, don't fall in love. Rule number two, money is everything.

"If that's what you want." He stepped away from her. "I can text you when I have an opening slot and we can work on the lower body next time and I...maybe get in another game sometime?"

She shrugged him off. "No, I only need you for weight training."

She grabbed her towel, her water bottle, and her phone. She looked at him again, and he seemed to have gotten over her just that quickly. Now she had to get over him.

A/N: And just like that, Yancy is done with hottie JeVonte?