The Cravers

21. Spar and Spark

I read the note. Reread it. And my heart jumped.

Diana,

A mandatory Training Session has been processed and I am awaiting you to join me at Parker's as soon as possible.

K. Scott

I groggily wiped the drool off my face and huffed. Really? Train--with me? I didn't if it was me but that Kingsley Scott was intimidating as a freak. I was nervous at the thought about fighting with him. But it would make me satified if I could punch that handsome face.

To make his rather boring note pretty, he added a rose beside the note.

I really should warn the housekeepers to stay out of my room.

I slung my gym bag and pulled on my black leggings. I couldn't afford to piss off my captain.

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I wandered into Parker's house. Truthfully,  I didn't  break in  this time..the door was unlocked. There was a gigantic TV with game gadgets laying everywhere. There was a bottle of rum on the table with two drinking glasses. The room was clean yet there was a certain messiness.

I sat on the couch, waiting for Kingsley. He must be changing or something. My eyes flickered to a gold charm bracelet between the couch cushions. I looked at it. It was Cartier.

 I've seen it somewhere. The dangling charms and the delicacy of it was too familiar.  

Before I could observe it, Kingsley came out of his room in a muscle tank and in basketball shorts. "Hello, Clumsy."

I could not take my eyes off of his bulging biceps. "Hey, yourself." I whispered, a clot forming in my throat. His arms were smoothly tan and long veins ran down his arm.

"Do you spar often?" He wrapped the gloves securely on his hands. 

I demurely stared at his form as he punched controlled strokes in the air. 

"I don't call it a sport." I murmured. My eyes were wide like I was a child at the candy isle. He had perfect shoulders---broad and toned. I could put my head and just sleep, live on them.

He laughed, "What do you do then?"

I shook my head from the reverie. Was I drooling? I felt my lips and wiped.  "I box." I muttered.

He stopped. "There is a difference between boxing and sparring."

"I am aware." I shrugged. 

He motioned me up, a sly smile playing on his mouth. "Come. Let's go to the training room."

We took the stairs and it lead to a bigger room filled with training equipment. The windows were ceiling to floor, opening up to a misty New York morning.  It was a fancy gym with medicine balls, weights, organized in place. Bench presses...Bikes... 

"Wow. Remind me why Parker is so rich?" I marveled at the room.

He laughed. "Uh, trust fund?"

I shook my head, half-laughing. "God."

"Here." He tossed me a pair of gloves.

I stretched my arms and my legs. Bending over and up. Kingsley's eyes were staring at me--looking at my form. Blood rushed to my cheeks and I cleared my throat. 

He riveted his eyes but I saw his Adam's apple bob up. "Ready?" He murmured.

"I'm ready." I readied my arms.

He jutted a punch close to my face. I dodged the blow effortlessly. Then another. Another. "Not bad." He said.

I gave a cheeky smile and almost hit his face.