The Billionaire's Pregnant Virgin

Chapter 6: A Splendid View

Going through my stretches with Michelle, time and time again I fight to resist the urge to glance over at Devin and his trainer. But I can hear their voices, especially her giggling and laughing.

And it irritates the hell out of me.

But why do I even care? Let him flirt as much as he wants to. He's my boss, not my husband.

I have to wonder if he's cheating on Cat. Could that be the reason she's so damn controlling?

Or maybe her being so controlling is the reason he cheats.

I give in to temptation and look their way to see the trainer pressing down on his thigh with her palm as he does a set on one of the leg machines. She's smiling like a fool the whole time, and he's smiling right back.

If Devin is really cheating on Cat—this soon in their marriage—that might explain why he was acting strange at tea earlier. While his wife was going on in great detail about what's expected of me while I'm here, he seemed oddly disinterested. Like having a baby wasn't even his idea to begin with.

Thankfully, Michelle interrupts my spiraling thoughts. "Okay, I think that's enough stretching. Cat gave me a pretty intense routine that she wants me to put you through, so let's get to it."

Nearly an hour in, I'm really feeling fatigued, and my willpower is sagging. I continue to try to push, but I wonder how much more I can take.

Every repetition I do and each set I finish just makes me a little less confident that I can enjoy myself while I'm here.

"You're doing great, sweetie," Michelle says encouragingly. "The first day is the worst day, as I always tell people. Push through this session and the others will be a piece of cake. Trust me."

I do trust her, sort of. But she's in much better shape than I am, so maybe she doesn't realize how difficult all this is for me. As we move to the bench press, I watch while she loads the bar with weights.

Every plate she adds takes my growing frustration to a new level. Cat really expects this much from me? On day one?

Lying on my back on the bench, I get through a few reps, but not without struggle. On the fourth rep, though, I get the bar halfway up and my aching, burning muscles refuse to cooperate further. Determined not to wimp out, I try harder but can't make any progress. I tell myself to give it one more try before surrendering to the inevitable. I close my eyes and grunt, pushing as hard as I possibly can.

All of a sudden, the bar begins to move upward. Holy shit, I'm doing it!

Then I feel the task becoming suspiciously easy and open my eyes to see Devin standing over me.

"Easy there, tiger," he says. "Don't overdo it."

He's got one hand in the middle of the bar and is easily lifting the weight I've been struggling with. His tight, bronzed body glistens with sweat and I can't help but stare in awe as he effortlessly saves me from possibly hurting myself.

I watch the sweat drip down from his chest over his carved abs as he places the bar back on its rack above me. To my embarrassment, my eyes continue downward on their own and I soon realize I'm staring directly at a bulge in the front of his gym shorts.

A very large bulge, just inches from my face.

My eyes open wide at the sight, then I hear a laugh and realize that Devin is looking right at me.

No no no! Why, Isabel, why? You're such an absolute idiot!

It's too late, though. I can see by his expression that Devin knew exactly what I was looking at. Meanwhile, I'm so fucking embarrassed I want to die, or at least jump up and run the hell out of here.