Sunday, 29 January 2017

Release Day!! Love, Passion and Power: Part 1





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He was her new beginning; she was his undoing...
When personal trainer Kendra Black saw millionaire Justin Williams walk through her door all she saw was money and a practiced swagger. A man who's used to getting what he wants, especially when it comes to women. But Kendra is startled to realize that there is more to Justin than meets the eye, he’s kind and funny and brilliant, and she wants him, desperately. Unable to resist Kendra or her fiery spirit and zest for life, right from the start, Justin pursues her, only her troubled childhood holds her back. She’s been running from love for so long, she doesn’t know how to stop and let it catch up.
Elated when Kendra finally gives into their attraction, Justin jumps in with both feet, only his hectic and demanding life continues to interfere, and Kendra’s past comes creeping back and the two are tested. When the couple embarks on a daring, passionate and physical adventure, Justin discovers Kendra’s secrets and fears while exploring and uncovering his own wild and dark desires.


Chapter 2
            Lex and I rented a basement suite in North Van from a sweet little old man, named Mr. Marcus. He lived upstairs but he let us have the run of the backyard and for the most part kept to himself.
I’d met Lex four years ago when a guy she was briefly seeing wanted to have a three-some. They picked me up at a bar where I was waitressing and the rest is history. The guy didn’t last long, maybe a few weeks, but Lex and I have been bombing around in each other’s back pockets ever since. The best of friends pretty much since our first kiss.
            We were already two drinks in as we dressed in front of the full-length, vintage, oval mirror in my bedroom. Closet full of skanky clothes to go dancing in, the floor was littered with items as I hummed and hawed over what to wear because in all honesty, all I really wanted to do was to put on my PJ’s and binge watch something on Netflix.
Finally, I decided to go with a flowing deep-V turquoise halter dress, which Lex convinced me to rock with my new, just a tad too high, sparkly gold strappy sandals. I left my hair down, brushing it out into soft waves so that curled down to my less than impressive breasts.
Lex on the other hand, with her dark features and voluptuous curves, was looking very doable in a siren red bandaged style, strapless dress and black strappy fuck-me pumps that made her legs go on for ages. She’s only about three inches taller than me but with her heels and naturally mile long legs she appeared to tower over me.
When we showed up to meet our friends at The Fig our outfits earned us a series of whistles and hoots from all of the men, while Chad immediately jumped up from his seat and planted kisses on both Lex’s lips and mine. I watched as Chad’s hand lingered a fraction of a second longer on the small of her back, before he removed it with pained reluctance.
The two have ‘scratched itches’ when they’ve needed to in the past, and the three of us have even messed around on occasion but, based on everything that Lex has said and the way Chad behaves, it’s easy to see they both have real feelings for each other that they just perpetually dance around. Of course, like most things, it has become way more complicated than need be and we all just hang out, while the sexual tension between them continues to build and fester.
I took a seat next to Nisha, another friend, and the two of us quickly immersed ourselves in a conversation about her ever-growing pregnant belly. She and her husband Rakesh were expecting their first child in the early fall.
            “And how are your meals this evening folks?”
I jumped as a vaguely familiar voice rumbled behind me. Everyone at our table looked up from their appetizers at the owner of the deep masculine rumble while I craned my neck around and nearly choked on my poached pears and Brie. It was him!
“Everything is great, thanks,” Chad answered, ignorant of who the man, now wearing a dark grey suit and silver tie that brought out the color of his eyes, actually was.
“You!”  Of course, my outburst spurred a series of questioning mumbles around the table, while Lex elbowed me and shifted in her seat to get a better look. I could tell by her gasp that she found him just as irresistible as I did.
“Miss Black, this is a nice surprise. How are you?”
“What are you doing here?” Ignoring his pleasantries, I cut right to the chase.
“Well not only is it a free country and I’m free to go where I choose but, as it happens, I own the place.” The playful smile was back, while dim lamplight caused his mischief-filled eyes to sparkle. “Can I offer your table a round of drinks? And how about a platter of dessert samplers? On the house of course.”
“Thanks, man, that’d be fantastic. Wow!” Chad said, raising his beer glass in a cheers.
“You really don’t have to do that.” Shaking my head emphatically in protest, suddenly flustered and pissed off with myself for feeling that way.
“Shut-up Kenny, let the man give us free booze and food if he wants to.”
“Yes, Kenny, let the man give you free booze and food,” Justin said with a grin. “After all, it’s the least I can do after our session today. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so limber.” He squeezed my shoulder, waved at our table and walked off. Leaving me with a warm tingle where his hand had been and a strong wish that he’d moved it elsewhere, lower.
For the rest of our time at the restaurant I caught myself searching the vicinity for Justin, while my heart did a soft pitter-patter every time I thought I saw his hair or gray suit in the sea of people. But unfortunately, or fortunately, I couldn’t figure out how I felt about it, I didn’t see him again but thanks to his grandiose generosity our table was gifted with a cosmic deluge of sweet delights that left us all in loopy sugar comas. And when I got up to pay my bill the waitress assured me that my whole tab for the evening, all four of my martini’s, my pear and brie crostata and my seared scallops had been comped. Oh Justin Williams, what were you up to?

***
I was feeling pretty good, two Harvey Wallbangers and four extra dirty martinis down the hatch by the time we made our way up the street towards the nightclub. Thanks to Chad’s connections, he works in PR, we jumped the line and waltzed in like celebrities. Lex and I, holding hands, immediately found our way on to the dance floor and started to rip it up, her ponytail flipping around behind her with reckless abandon while my own wavy tendrils kept getting stuck to my freshly re-applied lip gloss. I could feel the sweat building between my B-cup breasts and on the back of my neck but I didn’t care, I was feeling too loose and good and having way too much fun to run to the bathroom and sop it up with a paper-towel.
Chad found us on the dance floor and soon everyone in our little group was bumping and grinding in a friendly circle, waving our hands in the air and laughing hysterically to Paul’s rendition of the giant Q-tip. But before long I felt myself in desperate need of a sit down and some water, the alcohol was catching up on me and the spins were making themselves present in a barrage-style assault. I motioned to Lex that I was going to sit down and she said she’d follow me at the end of the song.
I elbowed and shouldered my way through the crowd, smelling far too many arm-pits and cursing my lack of height, until I found an empty booth occupied only by a ton of papers and folders that quilted the hard granite top. Once my butt hit the plush leather seat it was only seconds before the rest of my body felt the necessity to join it and I leaned back and lay down with only my legs dangling over the end.
“Excuse me, Miss. Are you alright? Would you like me to call you cab?” A smooth, and somewhat familiar voice asked with concern, while from my supine position on the bench I watched dark grey trousers and black dress shoes slide into the booth across from me.
“Noooo, I’m alright. I just need to lie down for a second to stop the spins. Thanks though.”
“Would you like some water?”
“Yeah dude, that’d be great. Thanks.”
He vacated the booth and was back in seconds, followed by another set of legs clad in dark jeans and a pair of black casual loafers. I sat up, closed my eyes from the head rush and grabbed on to the table to stabilize myself. Damn room! Stop spinning! When I opened my eyes there was a bottle of cold water beaded with condensation sitting directly in front of me. Justin was across the booth too, grinning cockily.
“What the hell?” My eyes going wide as I snatched the bottle off the table and chugged it fiercely once I got the lid off.
 “Are you stalking me Miss Black?” he asked. Oh, that smile.
            “W-what… what? No! Of course not!”
            “Well, you came into my restaurant and now you’re at my club, so it would lead one to believe that you might be following me.”
            “This is your club? I had no idea.” I sat up and faced him in the booth, smoothing out my dress and fiddling absentmindedly with my hair. I looked from Justin to the tall and dark drink of gorgeousness sitting next to him. “Well, I’m definitely not following you. A friend chose the dinner venue and the club. I’m just along for the ride.”
            “I bet you are…” Chuckling softly.
            “So, uh… what’s all this?”  Immediately regretting my stupid question, as I swept my hand over all the papers.
Clearly he was doing the ordering or the books for the club, that much was obvious. Me and my stupid drunk rhetoric. God, does he have to be that damn handsome? I think he looks even better than before, especially since he’d ditched the suit jacket and was just sporting a crisp white dress shirt. His hair was tousled and mussed and from my side of the table he still smelled amazing.
“Don’t you have a back office you can do all this in?”
            “I’m not here very often so, when I am, I like to be in the midst of it all, like to watch the goings on. Plus, the revenue at this place isn’t as good on Saturdays as it is on Fridays so I’d like to see what’s different and how we can boost sales. I like your dress. You look beautiful.”
His switch from explanation to compliment was jarring. I looked up from where I was twiddling my fingers around the base of the water bottle and caught his eyes. They were penetrating and once again I felt stripped and vulnerable, but this time the feeling was anything but alarming. It was intoxicating and I wanted more. His eyes alone were driving an insatiable urge right to my  core, while my body clenched and ached with need as I imagined those pouty lips traveling along my skin.
            “Uh… um, thank you. You… you look nice too.” Why did he have this effect on me? I’m normally far more together and confident than this. I’m a take-charge kind of lady.
            “Ha-ha, thanks.” Brushing off my compliment and scooting himself around the booth so that we were sitting next to each other, my body becoming all too aware of the heat radiating off of his large frame and responding in turn with my own raging inferno. My face was probably as pink as a peony. “Miss Black, this is my buddy James. James, Miss Kendra Black. She’s going to whip my ass into shape so I don’t die.”
His dark and dangerous friend stretched up and over the table, extending his big, strong hand. When we shook, it was warm and firm and confident, but when he smiled there was a touch of sadness in his cobalt eyes, along with a vaguely menacing demeanour, that was brooding and somewhat angry.
            “Excellent,” James said with a smile, chuckling, deep and low, like how you might expect the devil’s laugh to sound. Running his hands through thick, dark hair that was closely chopped and all tousled like he’d just rolled out of bed having done all kinds of wicked and wild things, he looked back at his friend. “Lord knows you’re a lazy fuck who needs all the help you can get.”
            “Lazy?” Justin said with mock indignation. “I’d say I’m anything but lazy, considering that I usually work twelve to eighteen hour days. I just don’t take care of myself, that’s all. But you’re going to change all that, aren’t you Miss Black? You’re going to take care of me.”
His last sentence was laden with innuendo, while the way he called me Miss Black, rolling it around on his tongue like fine wine, made my whole body shiver with need. Even three sheets-to-the-wind on martinis and Wallbangers, I managed to engage in some top-notch maturity and chose not to bite.
            “You can call me Kendra; you know?”
            “As you wish, Kendra.”
Well, shit, that was almost worse than when he’d called me Miss Black. The way he said Kendra was like foreplay. I felt my nipples tighten against the built in bra of my halter dress and then watched as his eyes conspicuously traveled down from my face to my chest, and a big smile grew on his lips, he could see them – shit!
            “I’m going to head out, man, Nicolette calls,” James said from across the table, bobbing his eyebrows and smiling menacingly.
            “Okay, dude, see you tomorrow.”
            “Miss Black, it was really nice to meet you.” And he got up and made his way through the throngs of people to the door.
            “His girlfriend?”
            “His fuck-buddy.”
            “Oh.”
            “Hi honey, are you okay?” Lex came up and planted a big wet kiss on my cheek. “Hey you’re the dude from the restaurant. Thanks for the desserts man. That candy apple tart was like an orgasm in my mouth. I’m going to have to try making something like that at the bakery.”
            “I’m glad to hear it,” he said smoothly. “And you are?”
            “I’m Alexa.” Reaching her arm across my body to shake his hand. “I’m Kendra’s roommate. Hey! Could we get a couple whisky shots over here, please?” she asked a passing waitress.
            He quirked one eyebrow in an oddly sexy way and looked down at me. “I didn’t know roommates kissed like that. I saw you guys making out as I left the wellness centre.”
            “Ah, well sometimes we’re more than that… when the mood strikes us. Hey!” She elbowed me. “We should ask him to join us sometime… he’s fucking gorgeous.” Oh Lex, always a wizard with words. I took notice of Justin’s body language and he instinctively moved closer to me, his arm coming up to rest behind me on the back of the booth.
            “Join you in…” The wicked gleam in those beautiful eyes told me he knew exactly what Lex meant.
            “A three-way of course.” And then my best friend erupted into a fit of drunken giggles. “Kendra and I have them all the time. Hey, what about tonight? You want to come home with us and have a little fun?”
            “Absolutely!” Justin’s eyes flared with need.
            “What? Alexa, shut up!” I snapped, using her full name in frustration.
            “Why? You’ve been talking about him non-stop since I picked you up from work, I just thought I’d move things along.” More smirks and raised eyebrows from Justin. He was clearly enjoying watching me suffer like this.
            “Is that so? And here I thought you didn’t even like me. But in truth you haven’t been able to stop thinking about me…”
He chuckled, all smiles while the smell of him was driving me ever-loving nuts.  I rolled my eyes and scowled at Lex who motioned for me to move over, and subsequently closer to Justin, so she could sit in the booth too.
“I don’t dislike you.” Oh god I was slurring, damn it! “In fact you seem like a very nice guy, you’re just…uh, not my type.”
            “And what is your type?”
            “Oh she says you’re cocky, a play-boy, a guy who knows he’s hot so he plays it up to get what he wants,” Lex chimed in, taking a sip of my water bottle and adjusting the bosom of her dress, while not reading my seriously pissed off vibe at all.
            “Well, all those things are true, but that doesn’t mean we couldn’t have a good time.”  
His smile was roguish, his eyes challenging as he began gathering up the papers and files that were still spread out all over the table. My eyes all of a sudden fell to his lap and the I’m assuming, impressive package harbouring within his trousers. I licked my lips and crossed my legs squeezing slightly, closing my eyes from the delightful friction.
            “Oh, she’s into it.” Lex started to giggle. “Look at her. I think she’s decided to start without us. Come on honey, let’s take this hunk of a man home.”
            I opened my eyes to see them both looking at me intently, lust dancing across both of their faces as they simultaneously ran their hands up my thighs. My heart started to beat as though it were trying to escape my chest, while my panties became wet and sloppy. Why was I reacting this way? I’ve had dozens and dozens of threesomes; it’s the only way I have sex with men, why was this one tripping me up? Was it because he was a client? No, I’ve slept with clients before and it wasn’t a big deal. Was I too drunk? No, I’ve been drunker. What was it about this man that ruffled me so? Dear god I was as bad as Lacy.
            “Oh, what the hell,” I said, slamming back both the shots of whiskey before the waitress even had a chance to take them off her tray. “Let’s go.”





Wednesday, 25 January 2017

New Release: Love, Passion and Power: Part 1 - Coming January 29th! Are you Ready?



He was her new beginning; she was his undoing...

When personal trainer Kendra Black saw millionaire Justin Williams walk through her door all she saw was money and a practiced swagger. A man who's used to getting what he wants, especially when it comes to women. But Kendra is startled to realize that there is more to Justin than meets the eye, he’s kind and funny and brilliant, and she wants him, desperately. Unable to resist Kendra or her fiery spirit and zest for life, right from the start, Justin pursues her, only her troubled childhood holds her back. She’s been running from love for so long, she doesn’t know how to stop and let it catch up.

Elated when Kendra finally gives into their attraction, Justin jumps in with both feet, only his hectic and demanding life continues to interfere, and Kendra’s past comes creeping back and the two are tested. When the couple embarks on a daring, passionate and physical adventure, Justin discovers Kendra’s secrets and fears while exploring and uncovering his own wild and dark desires.



Excerpt



By the time we got back to the house, Lex and I were sufficiently drunk and making out like teenagers in the back of Justin’s car. He, on the other hand, was stone cold sober but giddy as hell with expectation as he opened the car doors for us.
            “I… I can’t wait to get you naked,” I slurred, looping an arm around his waist and pulling him close. He slipped his own arm around my shoulder and I leaned into him for support. “Have you… ha… have you ever had a three-way?”
            “Yes, I have, several actually. But somehow they never get old and I’m equally excited for this one.”           
            “Well, that’s good, ‘cause… ‘cause we’re going to rock your world!”

            “I’m looking forward to it,” he chuckled. Catching me 
under the arm as my heel caught in a broken piece of concrete in the driveway, nearly sending me ass-over-tea-kettle and bound for road rash. 


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Friday, 13 January 2017

Daring Proposal by Jeanne St. James my featured author







Daring Proposal (The Dare Ménage Series, Bk 2)
Author: Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, Interracial Ménage, m/m/f (LGBT)

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http://www.loose-id.com/authors/erotic-romance-authors-g-k/jeanne-st-james.html

         



Since losing her husband years ago in a tragic accident, Eve Sanders hasn’t dated. Her husband’s death proved life is short, so why waste time denying her unfulfilled desires. Eve desires two men, but not just any two. Both happen to be former Super Bowl champions and best friends.

When both men participate in a Celebrity Date Night charity event, Eve’s determined to not only be the winning bidder for the retired NFL quarterback Lawrence “Long Arm” Landis, but also Cole Dixon, his former Boston Bulldog’s teammate. However, Ren not only has a problem with another man dating the same woman, but he definitely isn’t planning on sharing her in the same bed. Even if it’s with his best friend.

Openly bi-sexual, Cole is sexually attracted to Ren and has secretly wanted him for years. He’s never acted upon it, assuming Ren wouldn’t want to be with another man. Eve’s daring proposal gives Cole hope his dream with Ren will come true.

Being with two men is one of Eve’s fantasies, but never in her life has she been so bold. Not only is she nervous about proposing something so daring to the two men, but will both be willing?

Excerpt:
The man next to her was solid, his arm wrapped around her bare shoulders. She leaned into him, practically tucked under his arm. She pressed her face into his neck and inhaled him, his scent. He smelled so good. She detected a fresh smell of what she thought might be honey…and oatmeal?
“Why do you smell like breakfast?” she murmured against his skin. His deep chuckle sent a shiver up her spine, hardening her nipples.
“It’s my soap. It’s locally made with honey, oatmeal, and goat’s milk. Are you cold?”
“No. Is it also made up with the tears of angels? Because you smell like heaven to me.”
Ren snorted. “Oh, you got jokes.” He squeezed her and lowered his face, kissing her hard, taking complete possession of her mouth and tongue.
Eve’s wrapped a hand around the back of his head, and moaned into his mouth. Their tongues danced together, their breaths mingled. She closed her eyes to sink deeper into the kiss.
Her other hand found his waist, trying to get even closer, if it was possible. His hands slid over her bare back, over her shoulders and down both arms until he got to her wrists. He pulled himself free and pulled back away from her slightly.
“Baby, unless you want me to take you right here, right on this deck, we need to hold off a bit. I promised you a beautiful sunset. Once the sun is down, all bets are off.”
Eve didn’t know if she could wait that long. Her breathing was strained and she was already wet. “How soon is the sun going down?”
Ren let out a ragged breath. “Damn, you’re not making this easy for me. We need to stand up.” He grabbed her hand to help her up. “I’m hard as fuck.” He adjusted himself in his tailored black slacks. He guided her to the deck rail. She leaned her belly against it, and he stood behind her, his hips tight against her ass. “Can you feel me?”
Eve’s breath caught; she could only nod.
Ren swept her hair to one side and nuzzled her neck. He worked his way down, kissing and licking her heated skin, then nipping her where her neck met her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her waist, the weight of her breasts against his forearms. He leaned his cheek against hers.
“There. See that? Mother Earth is going to bed for the night. She’s giving us all those amazing colors as a goodnight.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“It never gets old.”
They watched as the sun lowered until it slowly disappeared behind the horizon, the vibrant colors slowly turning to hues of dark blue, gray, and black.
Her heart skipped a beat when he grabbed her hand and escorted her back through the house. He led her to the impressive staircase in the foyer.
“That’s a lot of stairs,” she teased.
“Do you want me to carry you?”
“I thought you’d never ask!”

Author Bio:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.

She has a few new releases coming up in 2017. So keep an eye on her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for her newsletter: http://www.jeannestjames.com/newslettersignup


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Tuesday, 10 January 2017

First Chapter of Love, Passion and Power: Part 1








Available for pre-order now!
Coming January 29, 2017!!
He was her new beginning; she was his undoing...
When personal trainer Kendra Black saw millionaire Justin Williams walk through her door all she saw was money and a practiced swagger. A man who's used to getting what he wants, especially when it comes to women. But Kendra is startled to realize that there is more to Justin than meets the eye, he’s kind and funny and brilliant, and she wants him, desperately. Unable to resist Kendra or her fiery spirit and zest for life, right from the start, Justin pursues her, only her troubled childhood holds her back. She’s been running from love for so long, she doesn’t know how to stop and let it catch up.
Elated when Kendra finally gives into their attraction, Justin jumps in with both feet, only his hectic and demanding life continues to interfere, and Kendra’s past comes creeping back and the two are tested. When the couple embarks on a daring, passionate and physical adventure, Justin discovers Kendra’s secrets and fears while exploring and uncovering his own wild and dark desires.


Chapter 1
Kendra
            “Whoa-ho-ho, just take a look at Mr. Mega-Bucks who just pulled into the parking lot. All perfect hair and over-priced sunglasses.”
            I glanced up to where Damien was indicating. Sure enough there was a Mr. Mega-Bucks, albeit also a Mr. Super-Sexy Mega-Bucks, stepping out of a gunmetal gray Aston Martin DB9. The slick paint job and clean rims glistening like freshly polished silver in the warm May sunshine.
            “Well isn’t he a delectable little piece?” Manuel added, coming up behind me and resting his elbows on the counter, settling his stubbly chin on his interlocked hands. “Who do you think he is?”
            “He’s Justin Williams and he’s going to be working with you, Kendra. He’s been referred by his physician and you’re to give him the works,” Lacy said, looking up at me beneath her feathery lashes.
            “Lucky girl,” Manuel whined playfully. “I’d certainly like to give him the works!” Then he elbowed me in the ribs before heading to the back to see to his massage client.
            I rolled my eyes. Yes, lucky me indeed. I get to work with this pompous ass with more money than brains and better hair than most women I know. Lucky me indeed. I watched as he sauntered towards the front door and opened it, the sun behind his head giving him an almost biblical glow as he removed his sunglasses, tucking them into the neck of his baby-blue polo shirt, and graced the foyer with his presence.
And despite my usual indifference towards someone with more money than brains, because clearly that was the case with this guy, I couldn’t help but feel myself get a tad winded by his looks as he strode towards us. Light brown hair fell just so over his forehead with messy windswept abandon, while eyes, as blue and bright as the Caribbean Ocean, sparkled above youthful rosy cheeks. Boy-ish and innocent Hollywood —not that there is anything innocent about Hollywood and there probably wasn’t anything innocent about this guy either.
But when he smiled at Lacy —Jesus Christ! I just about swallowed my tongue. Big, straight white teeth on that million-dollar grin, to go along with what I can only assume were his millions of dollars. His swagger was practiced and carefree but it also exuded cockiness and confidence, and the heavy sway of the bulge in his khaki shorts said he was well practiced in bringing a woman to her knees and keeping her there —willingly!
            “Hi,” he said, all smiles with a coquettish wink at Lacy who was eating it up with both hands, batting her eye lashes and flipping her platinum shoulder-length hair around her head as if there was a giant fan in the corner. “Justin Williams. I’m here for a consult, I was referred by Dr. Ernest.”
I turned my back on them, too embarrassed by the ridiculousness of my co-worker to continue watching and instead busied myself with the file in my hand, straightening papers that didn’t need straightening and reading things I didn’t need to read.
            “Yes… yes, Mr. Williams. We’ve uh… we’ve been expecting you.” Lacy’s words fumbled and fell out of her mouth like marbles in a teaspoon. Get it together woman, he’s just another pretty face. “Uh, Kendra…?”
            I turned to her, taking great care not to look at the sexy god-like creature standing on the opposite side of the reception desk. “Yeah, wuzzup?” I cringed inwardly at my overly cavalier attitude. I never say ‘wuzzup.’ Nobody says ‘wuzzup’ anymore. It’s been thirty seconds and already this man has me acting like a complete fool.
            “Are you free to take Mr. Williams into the back for his consult and orientation?”
            “Sure. Mr. Williams, if you’ll follow me please.” I gave a vague and disinterested smile to Mr. Williams, motioning for him to follow me. He gave another flashy grin and wink to Lacy, which sent her into a fit of giggles and snickers like a moon-struck schoolgirl, her hair in a completely unnecessary tailspin around her bobble-head.
            We traveled down the hallway in silence but the fact that I couldn’t see him didn’t mean I wasn’t fully aware of the eyeball-size holes he was boring into my ass —the man was an incorrigible pig.
            “In here. Have a seat and we’ll get started.” I gestured, holding the door open to the office I shared with other personal trainers on staff.
The room was empty, Damien, Cheryl and Tim were all out with clients, and with that emptiness I felt a sudden awareness of this man and his big, I’m guessing six-foot-three, two-hundred-pound body being only inches from mine as he crossed the threshold. And of course he smelled magnificent, a heavenly mixture of aftershave, coconuts and soap.
His eyes traveled up and down my body in slow appraisal and, although I had clothes on, the way he was looking at me I could have been wearing nothing at all. Instinctively I squirmed under his gaze as I propped open the door and walked around the desk to take my seat.
            “So, Mr. Williams, let’s start off with you telling me a little bit about yourself and why Dr. Ernest referred you to our facility.”
I opened his file and scanned it briefly, slowly lifting my head to meet his gaze; it was penetrating. His head was slightly cocked to one side and a bemused half-smile danced across his lips. I raised my eyebrows slightly to prompt a response and show him that, contrary to popular belief, he didn’t have the same effect on all women and that I wasn’t about to lose my shit or my cool simply because he’d smiled at me and undressed me with his eyes, all the way down to my toe-ring.
            He leaned back in the chair and crossed his left leg over his right, resting the ankle on the knee, took a deep breath and then exhaled loudly. I didn’t move, fidget or respond. I just waited.
“Well, what can I say? I’m a workaholic who eats shit, doesn’t exercise, barely sleeps and takes prescription drugs to stay awake. Some of these drugs are not exactly ‘legal’.” He uses air quotes. “In Canada… And according to my doctor, all this caused me to have a heart attack a few weeks ago… albeit a mild one.”
A faint buzzing sound permeated the sudden silence in the room. Immediately he put his foot down on the floor and leaned forward. Pulling his phone out of his back pocket, he slid his thumb over the touch screen and then it was as though I didn’t exist, that we weren’t in the middle of a serious conversation and that I wasn’t sitting across from him, four feet away.
I watched as he continued to fiddle on his phone, his face in a pent up scrunch, lines that I hadn’t noticed before etched deep on his otherwise youthful face. Suddenly the phone buzzed again and he held a finger up to me indicating silence or that he needed a minute, either way it was rude as hell.
“Williams!” He snapped into the receiver. “I don’t care right now John, just liquidate and pull out. I don’t need the hassle right now. Pay them fucking over-time for all I care, double-time if we have to, it’ll still be a savings in the long run. Just get it all out of there… good… Call me when it’s done.” And without a farewell he did the less-than-dramatic red-button press and hung up on ‘John’.
“Sorry about that.” He looked up at me and shrugged sheepishly, adding a wink to his grin to try and soften the blow. “Business.”
            “Mr. Williams, we have a strict ‘no phone’ policy in the facility. For future reference you are to turn your phone off or onto silent mode and either leave it in your locker in the men’s change room or check it at reception with Lacy.”
            His eyebrows shot up in surprise and that same quirky smirk played across his full pouty lips. “Is that so? Well, I am never without my phone… but I’m up for the challenge. Would you like it now?” he asked as he put it on the desk and mimed sliding to across to me.
            “We won’t be in here long. You can hand it off to Lacy when we pass reception.” 
            “Very well… I, uh… I get the feeling… Miss…?”
            “Kendra, Kendra Black,” I snapped, eyeing him up and questioning where this was going.
            “Miss Black, I get the feeling you don’t like me very much. Is that correct? Have I done something to offend you?” His head cocked to the side again as he leaned forward, clasping his hands and resting them on the desk.
            I sighed heavily and leaned back in my own seat gauging him warily. “I don’t know you Mr. Williams—”
            “Justin, please call me Justin.” Humour and mischief danced in his eyes.
            “Justin, fine, I don’t know you at all… Justin, but I will tell you this. I have zero, zero tolerance for recreational drug use or abuse of prescribed pharmaceuticals. If I find out you’re using again I will drop you as a client faster than you can blink, are we clear? This is a centre of rehabilitation for the body and mind. People come here after they have had surgery, a heart attack like you, a stroke or other kinds of serious trauma or injury. But we are not a rehab facility for addicts. Got it? Secondly, I don’t know who you are, or, better yet, who you think you are, but don’t think you can charm me like you charmed Lacy. I’m not impressed by money or power. You’re the client and I’m your trainer, and the sooner you realize and accept that the better this relationship will be.”
I caught my reflection in the sunglasses he’d hooked in the top of his shirt. I looked pissed off. Why was I so pissed off? I needed to cut the guy some slack. I didn’t know him and he’d just had a heart attack. I berated myself for my earlier bitchiness and corrected my scowl. I could still maintain professionalism and also be nice. I was a nice person.
            I watched him as he processed my comments, his eyebrows dancing up and down on his tanned forehead while his lips twisted into a tiny pout. It was a cute look for him, I must admit, but I couldn’t let myself get distracted. Nice didn’t have to mean flirty either.
            “Well, Miss Black, I assure you I’m clean and plan to be for the foreseeable future, so you don’t have to worry about that. And as far as the charming goes… well it’s up to you to be strong enough to resist my charms. I’m just being me.” A satisfied and wry little smirk caught on his mouth.
            I huffed a laugh and then reached for my pen. “Very well, Mister… Justin, if you don’t mind, I’m going to ask you a series of questions so I can get a better idea of your lifestyle, to understand how we can best help you here. Is that alright? I see you completed our online in-depth new client form, thank you, that saves us some time.”
            “Ask away lady, I’m an open book.” He leaned back and crossed his ankle on to his knee again.
            “Alright, well it says here that you are thirty-four, is that correct?”
            “Yes.”
            “How often would you say you exercise per week and what does that exercise consist of?”
            “I don’t work out. At all.”
            “Oh, okay.” I scribbled a big line through the section concerning workout routine.
            “And your diet. What does a typical day’s diet look like for you?”
            “Six cups of coffee, two in the morning, four spread out over the rest of the day, a microwave breakfast burrito if I remember to eat breakfast, a burger, or a slice or two of pizza for lunch and probably the same for dinner or maybe a steak if I have to go out for dinner with clients. And I love potato chips. I usually eat at least a bag a day while at work in my office, salt-and-vinegar or all-dressed, those are my faves. Sometimes I don’t have time for lunch so I just down a bag of chips before a meeting. And then I finish the night off with a six-pack of beer or two or three doubles of scotch, usually.”
            “Wow, I’m surprised you’re not four hundred pounds.”
            “A fast metabolism runs in my family.”
            I tapped my pen against the desk. “Yes, well, just because you’re not over-weight doesn’t mean you’re healthy. Now tell me about your personal life. What do you do to relax and have fun?”
            “I don’t. I work. All. The. Time. I socialize for work purposes, drinks with clients or potential clients, golf to schmooze. I have friends but besides James I barely see them, we’re all too busy.”
            “Is James your… uh, partner?”
            “No,” he said flatly. Purposefully not giving me any inclination into his sexual orientation. Though by the way he flirted with Lacy and had been blatantly raking his eyes up and down my body I’d bet he was as heterosexual as they come.
“Romantic relationship status?”
            “Nothing significant.”
            “So, single?”
            “Yes.”
            “How do you relieve stress?”
            “Sex. Or copious amounts of masturbation.”
            I looked up at him from beneath my lashes, determined to look professional and let him know that his comment, although meant to startle me, hadn’t fazed me in the least.
“That’s it?”
            “Yep. Oh and I like to read comic books.”
            “Okay then. And how about your relationship with your family?
            He lifted one shoulder. “Meh, it’s alright. I mean it’s not strained. I love my parents and my brother and sister, but we’re not what I would call ‘close’.  I’ve got a good relationship with my dad but he lives in Hawaii. My mum, step-dad and half-sibs live in Montreal.”
            “And have you taken the leave of absence from work your doctor advised?
            “No.”
            I tilted my head and lifted an eyebrow. “Why not?”
            “Too busy. I’ll do everything else he’s making me do but I’m not leaving work.”
            I decided to ignore this as it was ultimately going to get me nowhere and chose to move on. “Okay. So I see here that Dr. Ernest has recommended you take up yoga for stress and that I set up a fitness routine for you, something that you can manage and fit into your life so that it is maintainable once we’re through, and that I also set you up with a nutrition plan to help change your diet. After all, changing your body for weight-loss or fitness is thirty percent exercise and seventy percent what you put in your mouth. Are you okay with all of this?”
            He lifted one shoulder arrogantly. “Yeah, sure. I mean I don’t want to have another jammer and die.”
            “No of course not. I don’t want you to have another jammer either. So I think today what we’ll do is do a fitness assessment, get your body mass index, body fat content, your body age. I already have the blood work that the hospital sent over so that’s good. And then I think we’ll do a yoga session for the last hour to de-stress so we finish on a high note. Did you bring other clothes?”
            “No.”
            “Well, I think we’ll be able to find you something here.”

***
            “Here,” I said, throwing him a pair of basketball shorts and a loose, white t-shirt. “These should suffice for today.” I grabbed two yoga mats off the rack and led Justin down the hallway towards the studio while pointing to the men’s room on the left. “You can change in there if you want to. I’ll set up in here.”
            “Ah, I should be okay.”
Following me into the yoga studio he removed his shorts down to his, Incredible Hulk boxers, and kicked off his running shoes and socks. Then he pulled his shirt off over his head, while I busied myself laying out the mats and tying my long and frustratingly thick dark, red hair back into a ponytail, securing the whispies with a thin black headband I keep wrapped around my wrist. I tried to not to watch him in the giant floor to ceiling wall mirrors but it was difficult, especially since he was watching me. Our eyes locked for just a second, then that smirk was on his face again. I rolled my eyes and kicked my flip-flops to the side, while unzipping my white hoodie.
He had a nice body considering how little he took care of it. I studied his arms and torso, looking to see where I could add definition and toning. We’d definitely have to lift some heavy weights to build up his delts, traps and pecs, they were virtually non-existent, but he had nice toned legs and from what I could see a taught little ass.
“You’re going to put me in an early grave with those sexy yoga pants and hot-pink top Miss Black. Are you trying to give your clients a heart attack? Or in my case another heart attack?”
            I rolled my eyes again and ignored his come-on. “Alright let’s begin with some deep breathing. Stand in the centre of your mat, feet together facing the mirror, hands in prayer position in front of your heart.”
I watched him walk over, his big masculine feet with a light dusting of hair on the tops and toes making small imprints on the cobalt blue mat. Big feet, big… My mind wandered for a second and his eyes caught me staring, which of course earned me another large playful grin, but despite all that he followed my orders and we managed to make it through a full hour of yoga. His flexibility was paltry at best and his sense of balance laughable, but I had to give the man credit, he tried every position without a grimace and didn’t roll his eyes or ask to stop. And every time he lost his balance he’d get right back up and attempt it again.

***
            “So, will this work for you then?” I asked as I handed him the proposed schedule that Lacy had printed out. It had us seeing each other five days a week for two hours a day, four hours on Mondays so as to allow time to set up his meal plan for the week.
            “Yes, uh, I think this should work. Sooooo, I guess I will see you on Monday then. Thank you, Miss Black.”
He extended his hand and I shook it, our eyes locking again, a small squeeze of his fingers sending a jolt of awareness to my very core. When our hands separated he offered me a very genuine and surprisingly small smile before nodding at Lacy and turning to leave, placing his sunglasses back in front of his eyes.
            “Hey babe.”
I turned around to see Alexa as she walked up behind me. And without thinking I immediately grabbed her by the neck and planted a kiss on her lips. She was surprised at first but didn’t pull away. Instead, she deepened the kiss as her hand grazed my hip affectionately. When we came up for air from our more-than-a-peck lip lock I noticed Justin standing just outside the open door, his sunglasses pushed down on to the bridge of his nose, mouth open in surprise like an octopus, staring at Lex and I. Smiling, I pulled her closer and captured her mouth with mine again, sliding my hand around to cup her perky butt.

***
            “Do you want to go out tonight?” Lex asked as she turned into the liquor store parking lot.
I loved looking at her. She was absolutely stunning; her tanned almost muted copper skin glowed vibrant and youthful, while wild, jet black hair fell in thick voluminous waves down her back, and big, soulful, dark brown eyes held a wisdom far beyond her years. We’re not what you would call a ‘couple’, we’re best friends and roommates who also happen to occasionally sleep together and have threesomes when we feel like it. She’s my safe place, my rock, my family. And when I find a guy I’d like to sleep with Lex is always there too, making sure nothing bad happens.
            I climbed out her sleek little red Miata. “I don’t know. Do you want to?” My own Jeep was in the shop so Lex, who’s the head pastry chef at a cute little bakery and is usually off work by three, had come to pick me up.
            “Well I just got a text from Chad saying that a bunch of them are going out to The Fig for dinner and they want to go dancing at that hot new night club up the street afterwards. Want to do that?”
            “Yeah, could be fun.”
            “So how was work?”
We walked into the liquor store and immediately male heads and a few female ones turned and took in the vision that is Lex; all big breasts, rocking ass, long legs and curves that won’t quit. And the worst and best thing about her is that she’s the most down-to-earth and least vain person I’ve ever met. Truthfully, she has no idea how gorgeous she is.
            “It was pretty good. I have a new client. He’s handsome as hell, super rich and is a serious playboy. He can’t help but hit on anything and everything that walks. I practically caught him delivering pick-up lines to a lamppost until he realized it wasn’t just a really thin woman.”
            “Dear god, is he stupid too?” she asked with a throaty laugh, picking up a bottle of red wine to read the back label.
            I shook my head. “No actually, I don’t think he is. I thought that he might be. You know, a rich boy spending all of Daddy’s money without a care or concern in the world. But I actually think he’s self-made and pretty smart. He’s an investment banker who owns a bunch of buildings and a few clubs and restaurants in town as well. But he’s one of those guys that just can’t turn it off. You know? He’s just always on, always joking around, but at the same time he’s attached to his phone like it’s another appendage. He answered it three times during our session and was constantly texting and checking his emails even after I asked him to give his phone to the front desk. I can’t figure him out.”
            “So is that why you sucked my face off when I picked you up?” she asked, giving me the side-eye as she scrutinized the wall of beer.
            I managed a rueful smile. “I just needed to send him the message that I wasn’t interested. Thanks by the way.”
            She shrugged. “Anytime. How about vodka? Hey, let’s get some Galliano and orange juice and make Harvey Wallbangers!”
            “Yeah sure, whatever...” I trailed off, my thumb wedged sideways between my teeth as I wandered aimlessly up and down the aisles. “I just can’t figure this guy out. You know? He doesn’t work out, eats shit and has no stress release besides sex… what’s his deal?”
            “You also can’t stop thinking about him. Or talking about him. Maybe his other stress release is humor? Should we grab some beer?” She tucked the bottle of Galliano under her arm and wandered back over to the microbrew section.
            “What?” I chased after her. “I’m not thinking about him, or his stupid hair or stupid blue eyes…” She gave me a wry look. “But you make a good point about him being constantly on.”
She rolled her eyes at me. “Come on, let’s go pay for our booty and head home to change. I want to wear my new dress but I need you to help me accessorize.”