Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Mr. Gains stripped off his shirt, whipping it off and throwing it down onto the chair across the room.
His pants followed the shirt, but I’d turned around to get my oils ready by that point, and didn’t get to look.
Not that Mr. Gains hadn’t offered to let me try out the merchandise.
I’d declined.
Mig was kind of hard to get out of your head once he was there.
And Mig was there…in my head…all the goddamn time.
I couldn’t get him out of my mind if I tried.
Not that I really wanted to get rid of him…I just wanted him to stop being stupid.
I looked up at Mig who was across the room, and I glared at him.
His eyes narrowed back at me as I worked my hands over my client’s back, causing my client to moan.
“My God, your hands are magical,” Mr. Gain’s said in a low groan.
I smiled devilishly at Mig, moving my hands more sensually.
I usually didn’t notice how ‘sensual’ or ‘not sensual’ I did things when I massaged.
Truly, to me, this was a job.
It was my job to make this man’s back feel better, and his massive amount of muscles wouldn’t normally have been that big of a deal.
But Mig and his narrowed eyes were across the room, watching, and I was pissed at him.
So what did I do?
Something stupid.
I massaged Mr. Gain’s like I was making love to his body with my hands.
And Mig saw every single bit of the show.
He stayed that way, watching me work, with fisted hands.
And if I’d been smart, I would’ve stopped.
But I didn’t.
And Mig watched the entire show with a very pissed off expression on his face.
And only when I was done did he leave, and I realized that just maybe I shouldn’t have poked that particular sleeping bear.
Chapter 17
Missing: Beard. Last seen: Between my thighs.
-T-shirt
Mig
“What are you doing here?” The Gripper, also known as ‘Mr. Gains’ asked.
I ignored him, walking into the main room of Uncertain Principles, the gym that Casten owned.
Casten was an ambitious guy.
He owned his own bounty hunter business, which was doing pretty well for him.
And he also owned the one and only fighter gym in Uncertain, which also happened to be the only fighter gym in the entire area.
“It’s time,” I said, walking over to the bench.
I think I rendered Adam speechless, because he didn’t say a word as he watched me walk away.
CeeCee, Casten’s sister, came out of the office with a smile on her face.
“What are you doing here, Mig?” CeeCee asked.
I started to strip my cut off, followed shortly by my shirt.
“It’s time,” I repeated for her.
CeeCee looked at me like I’d grown a second head.
“You told me two years ago when I met you that you’d never fight again. What’s different about today?” She asked.
I liked CeeCee.
She was cute, sweet, and an overall awesome woman.
See, here’s the thing, Adam Gains knows exactly who I am.
I work out here just like the rest of our brothers.
But I don’t fight.
Ever.
I shadow boxed. I did everything any other fighter would do in their workout routine…except fighting an actual person.
Give me a bag, and I was happy.
Give me a person, and it wasn’t happening.
Until today.
Until I watched my woman rub her hands all over Adam fucking Gains.
And he knew the moment he walked in the door that Annie was mine.
Knew it, and I’d bet he’s probably known it for a while.
He’s been looking for a way to get me to fight him, and it looks like today was his day—he was going to get his wish.
Watching Annie rub her hands all over him like he was her lover, was the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back.
I turned around as I emptied my pockets onto the bench that ran along the outside wall of the gym.
The last thing I took off was my gun, which I handed to Casten as he walked through the door with a bag of what appeared to be fast food for him and CeeCee.
“Here, hold this,” I ordered, handing the gun to him.
He took it without a word, hooking the clip onto his jeans and continuing walking as if I hadn’t stopped him at all.
Finally, I turned to Adam.
Adam smiled.
“It’s not like I had any control over how she massaged me today. I was a perfect gentleman,” Adam said.
I narrowed my eyes.
“Yep, you sure were. But you also didn’t leave when you knew I wanted you to,” I said tightly.
Adam laughed.
“I knew that if I could piss you off enough, you might spar with me,” he said tauntingly.
I narrowed my eyes.
“You know I don’t fight anymore,” I countered stonily.
Adam smiled.
“Yeah, but you’re pissed, aren’t you? Want to plant your hand in my face,” Adam goaded.
My fists clenched.
I did want to plant my fist in his face—and I would.
And I did want to beat the shit out of him.