Tempted

No More Cupcakes, Cupcake

A/N: First things first no fat shaming (I'm a size 20 so I know how that feels. Nikole is going to live my fantasy. Tara is a size 14/16 and I would love to be back to that size. I haven't been a size 16 since being a freshman in high school but I'll get there.) . I do not mean to offend, but every big girl has had these thoughts.

Tara Lynn as Nikole Law

Weston Boucher as Vin Jones

 I have always been the "big girl" and in all honesty I am tired of it. I want people to see me, not my weight. So here I am at Destined Gym, looking completely out of place. This is what I was afraid of, being surrounded by muscle heads and gym Barbie Dolls. Maybe I could diet and walk a few miles a week? I turn to leave when a large tan hand latch itself onto my bicep. My green eyes widened as I slowly turned to see who snatched my arm.

He. Is. Gorgeous.

I bit my lip to stop idiotic word vomit from spilling. He wore a grin on his perfect face. His blond hair was damp with sweat and his white tank clung to his body allowing my eyes to see his rock hard six pack. His blue orbs sparkled at me.

"Ello, love! Welcome to Destined Gym I'm Vin Jones the owner!"

Oh God, he's British.

"H-hi, I'm Nikole."

His grin never let up as he wrapped his large ink covered arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side. He is at least 6'3 and towered over my 5'6 height. He has blond stubble along his jawline that makes me want to rub my cheek against, like I am a cat. He pulled me further into the gym.

"So what brings you here to day, love?"

I coughed nervously, "Just checking it out."

He stopped in front of me, "Well we have many classes offered here. CrossFit, Zumba, Bollywood Dance Work Out, Yoga, Cycling, Aerobarre, and Boot Camp."

I just stared at him blankly, his grin faltered a little. Then his blue orbs lit up again. He pulled me into a small office and sat me down. He had many different weights inside lining the walls. He also had many pictures most likely taken during a class. Behind his seat held many trophies ranging in all kinds of sports. His voice pulled me away from admiring his office.  

"Nikole, what are your favorite things to do?"

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Um, I eh."

He laughed lightly, "Okay, where do you work?"

A blush covered my cheeks, he's laughing at me.

"I work as an assistant editor in Lockhart Publishing."

He grinned, "So you like books?"

I nod and bite my bottom lip. Goodness this is awkward. His smile is still on his lips. He leaned back and messed up his blond hair.

"What kind of music do you like? Fast pace tempos? Relaxing? Or something you can dance too easily?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I like dancing I guess."

He grinned, "Okay. I think you will excel in the Zumba classes we offer Monday and Wednesday nights. I also think you'd enjoy our cycling class that is on Saturday and Sunday morning. Would you like to be paired with a health coach?"

I raised both eyebrows in surprise, "You got all that from five questions?"

He grinned, "A hunch. So Miss Nikole how about it?"

I rubbed my wrist tightly, "How much do I pay?"

He quickly pulled out a contract, "Well we do yearly contracts here, love. It is sixty dollars a month plus twenty for every specialty class you take. We are open 24/7 but our classes are always scheduled. If you want a health coach that will be another twenty dollars added a month. If you sign with us today I will give you your first month completely free. You can take all the classes you want, spend all the time you want in the gym. I do recommend you invest in a health coach though. We have ten, including myself."

Overwhelmed!

I rubbed my wrist more viciously. He smiled at me before leaning forward, "Nikole, I'm not asking for your soul. You can just not renew your contract next year. We have many here that use it for a year or two then stop. If you choose to stay with us you get a Alumni discount after five years. Instead of sixty a month it goes down to forty, and each class will cost fifteen instead of twenty. On top of all of that we give a free class in December as a gift."

It could have been the sparkle in his eyes, or the way he grinned at me like I was meant for something. Either way I signed the damn contract.