Sweet Curves (Sweet Enough to Eat #2) - Mila Crawford ,Aria Cole Page 0,3

last couple of years.” She stood then, clutching her bag even tighter to her waist. “I should go.”

“No, please, don’t. Let’s talk about what brought you in here, you said you need a personal trainer? It just so happens that’s my specialty.”

“Come on, you little sissy, ten more chin-ups or I’m posting this video on social media so everyone can see you whining.”

Katie’s eyebrows about shot off her face.

“I promise I won’t throw you to the wolves. Jocko has a way about him, but if you stop by during the day it’s pretty clean around here. Jocko only works his clients after hours.”

She nodded, looking seriously shaken. By me? Jocko’s drill sergeant style? I wasn’t sure. “I would rather not work out during the day, I don’t want people to see me doing...that.” A tortured look crossed her face as she looked back at Jocko and his client again. “Plus, I’m at the bakery all day, so…”

I nodded, popping the p when I said, “Perfect.”

“Perfect?” She asked wearily.

“We just extended into nighttime hours, maybe that’s why we haven’t ran into each other before now.” My eyes landed on her pillowy lips, soft and so ready for my teeth to sink into.

I felt something stir behind my athletic shorts, my ability to keep myself under control already waning. Katie had an effect on me--she did then, and she did sitting before me now. Nothing had changed, that old familiar pull already irresistible.

“Also, the fact that I own a bakery, which is probably the last place you hang out.” Her words were a little snarky and made me laugh.

“I love a warm danish like anybody else.” I stood, unwilling to have the piece of furniture between us anymore. I swiped a clipboard with a new member sign up as I came around the side, hovering near her, sucking in a breath of her air, scenting her again.

Jesus, she still smelled good enough to eat, and I wasn’t just referring to the scent of vanilla buttercream clinging to her hair.

“So, what are your goals?”

Katie looked up at me, a mix of regret and disdain crossing her sweet features. “Uhm...if I'm being honest...to get the hell out of here as quickly as possible at the moment.”

Her breathing had ratcheted up a notch, the stretch of her cotton shirt across her heavy chest setting my fingertips on fire with the need to feel her skin on mine again.

“Well, I don’t think that’s the reason you walked in here. I hope Jocko didn’t scare you off.”

“It’s not Jocko that scares me.” She answered plainly and then covered her mouth with a shocked hand.

“Stop,” I caught her wrist, a zing of adrenaline singing my nerves. “Don’t let me scare you. I’m sweeter than a teddy bear.”

Her eyes clung to mine, a frown forming before she finally nodded and stood. “I know you are, Sawyer. It’s our past that scares me.”

Hell, I’d forgotten how fucking good my name on her lips sounded.

“Katie…”

Katie

“Please, give me a shot.” Sawyer's warm hand on my skin made me want to scream. It tingled with awareness, burned with regret, made me want to run faster out of Rise Fitness than I'd ever run in my life. “I'm the best in the city.”

His grin slid sideways, his touch on my arm loosening so his fingers grazed softly, hovering at the underside of my wrist. I gulped. “The best?”

His cocky grin deepened, and then he did the unthinkable and locked my hand in his, pulling me out into the main room of the gym where that bear of a man, Jocko, was forcing his poor client into a hundred pushups.

“I'm not ready to work out or anything tonight, I just thought--”

“Here,” he swung a door in the corner of the gym open revealing a small room lit only with pink salt lamps and relaxing lounge chairs. “It's the salt cave, we just added it. There's a float tank in the corner which feels crazy intense after a workout, and a cryo-chamber in the room next to this one. It's a great place to decompress, without or without the workout.”

“I don't even know what a cryo-chamber is, but this place has a serious mood.” It was dim and relaxing, the soft trickle of water from a fountain in the corner the only sound, even Jocko's barking commands felt a million miles away. “I think you just sold me, Sawyer.”

His hand dropped from mine then. Holding his hand had been so natural, I hadn't even realized we