He marched back to the check-in desk, steam building in his veins, as if he were a human pressure cooker ready to explode. It took everything he had to keep himself from going over there and punching both of those jerks in the face. But instead, he planned on hitting them where it would hurt most.

Kurt saw him coming and stepped out of his way. Smart man. Then his friend nodded toward the two men in the back of the room. “I take it we’re going to do something about that.”

“Damn straight,” Adam said, heat rolling through his gut. “Cancel both of their memberships. Assholes like them don’t belong in my gym.”

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Preslee wanted to smack herself.

In the forehead.

With a chair.

While she was happy to finally be off the devil machine and back on solid ground, she couldn’t believe the stuff that had come out of her mouth. It was embarrassing enough that she’d needed help with the possessed stair-climber. Did she really have to blurt out stupid stuff on top of it?

She hadn’t meant to tell Adam that she joined the gym to lose weight. Then she had to go and make an even bigger fool out of herself by accidentally flirting with the man. What had she been thinking? She didn’t know what had come over her. She wasn’t the forward type. Maybe it was a little old-fashioned of her, but she normally preferred for a guy to make the first move. Probably because she was scared to death of rejection. She’d already had enough of that to last her a lifetime.

But the moment he’d told her to let him know if she needed anything else, a sexy image of him slowly removing his shirt from that hard body of his had flashed through her mind—apparently her brain really liked the idea of him being shirtless—and she’d involuntarily licked her lips. Like it was an invitation or something.

Preslee sighed. Okay, so maybe it was.

Not that it mattered. Adam had looked directly at her mouth while her tongue slid across her lips and had no reaction. Zero. As if she hadn’t even done it. If anything, he probably just thought her lips were chapped.

She should’ve taken Adam’s clear disinterest at face value. But she hadn’t. Instead, she’d carried her inept flirting one step further and used the oldest trick in the book to ask if he had a significant other. Like that wasn’t being obvious.