“I'll come here,” I said and jerked my head toward his trainer. “Now get over there before Mr. Forbes decides to fire me and I have to start looking for yet another job.”
Tyrell gave me another charming smile before trotting back over to his trainer. I let myself have a moment to appreciate the way his muscular body looked as he moved, how his ass flexed under his shorts. Then I turned and headed into the locker room.
I sighed as I stepped under the warm spray. One of the best things about a workout like the one I’d just experienced is that I could eat whatever I wanted and not have to worry about my weight. Which meant I'd be able to indulge in the steak, potatoes, and red wine I was craving.
I frowned. Or I would've been able to indulge if I'd actually been able to afford anything more than the cup of noodles I had sitting in my lone kitchen cabinet. I'd be able to get a few more groceries when I got paid, but definitely no steak, potatoes, or wine. Rent was a little more important.
Although, with as much as Dorian promised to pay me – twice as much as my yoga classes did – I might be able to afford that meal in a couple weeks. Then again, with Tyrell taking me out on Friday, maybe I could get my steak that way. I definitely wasn't one of those women who thought I had to eat a salad in front of a guy. If I wanted a salad, I ate it. If I wanted meat, I ate it.
By the time I finished the shower and dressed, at least half of the men who were in the gym when I'd arrived were gone. Dorian was still there, and he'd clearly taken his own shower. For a moment, I couldn't look away. His hair was wet, and he was in a suit, looking like a strange combination of the man I met yesterday, and the man I sparred with just a short while ago.
I forced myself to look away before I could start having inappropriate thoughts about my boss. Then I saw who was sparring in the main ring, and let myself stare. I didn't know the name of the other guy, but it was clear he was no match for Tyrell. It wasn't a real fight, but I could see how good Tyrell was. Light on his feet, with a long reach and a way of putting all of his force behind his hits.
As I watched him, I couldn't help but wonder how all of that power translated into the bedroom. He was the sort of man who oozed sex appeal and confidence. The kind of combination that could either mean he was awful in bed because he didn't bother to learn how to please his partner, or that he'd earned the right to that confidence because he was amazing in bed.
Maybe I'd be lucky enough to find out on Friday after our date.
Chapter Six
Dorian
I was starting to really dislike Tyrell.
Every morning for the past week, Sara came into the gym so we could spar and train. And every morning, after we were done, she'd stand around talking to Tyrell. I wanted to yell at him to get his ass back to training, but I knew if I busted his balls too much about her or insisted we change where we trained, the guys would start to wonder why I cared so much.
Hell, I wondered why I cared so much.
She was cute, I'd give her that, but it wasn't like I was hurting for sexual partners. I didn't need to be hitting on my trainer.
Okay, granted, I'd been fucking my previous trainer, but that wasn't the point. The point was, I hired her because she saved my father's life, kicked Reggie's ass, and I needed a new trainer. She piqued my curiosity.
That was all.
It didn't matter if I enjoyed the physical contact a bit more than I should have. I was used to having sex three, four times a week. I hadn't had it since the show girl the previous week. I'd been too busy with work.
At least that's what I kept telling myself. It certainly had nothing to do with the fact that I couldn't get Sara out of my mind.
Damn if I hadn't come just last night picturing Sara's lips around my cock.
“Dorian, you thinking about getting back into the ring?”
A voice from my left drew my attention away from where I was pretending to watch Chris and Jon spar. They were as good an excuse as any to keep my gaze in that direction.
“What was that, Paul?” I asked.
He grinned at me, flashing the three gold teeth he earned before retiring himself. “I asked if you were thinking about coming back to the ring.”
“I like my face the way it is, thank you.”
He shrugged. “Just thought that might be why you're coming in here every morning.”
“Figured since I finally had a trainer who could challenge me, might as well enjoy it.” I shot a glance toward Sara and Tyrell again.
“You think we could get her to fight for us?” Paul asked, following my gaze.
I shook my head before even considering the question. FFC mainly ran men's fights, but there were a couple up-and-comers who were starting to make a name for themselves in the women's leagues. While I didn't have anything against the idea of women fighting, I knew I'd never be able to watch Sara go through that.