“Shut up,” Adam grumbled, shaking his head. It wasn’t like he’d leaned into the woman or buried his face into her hair. All he’d done was turn his nose toward the delicious scent wafting from her locks and inhale a little. That was it. Nothing nearly as sinister as Kurt was making it out to be.

Moments later, the video ended abruptly, as if Preslee had somehow accidentally turned it off. Adam immediately turned sideways and busied himself with some paperwork to keep from having to endure any more from Kurt. But it didn’t work.

Kurt continued scrolling with his finger, his eyes still focused on the screen. “Uh, I hate to tell you this, but I think your hair-sniffing debut is going viral.”

Adam’s head snapped up. “What?”

“Her followers are steadily increasing, and the video is being shared like crazy. Not only that, but there are tons of comments already on here. Everyone is asking which gym she’s working out in.”

“Great,” Adam said, scrubbing a hand over his face. That was just what they needed right now. Bad publicity.

After another minute, Kurt chuckled. “Man, you really need to read these comments. They’re hilarious.”

Oh, he could only imagine.

You should’ve walked down the stairs rather than up them.

This is how the war of the machines starts.

Why is that pervert sniffing your hair?

Adam shook his head. “No thanks. I don’t need that kind of negativity right now.”

“Negativity? No, you got it wrong. The comments are actually positive. Most of them are by people who laughed at the mishap and then apologized for laughing and said they were glad that she was okay. Then quite a few wanted to know which gym she was at, and to quote some of these women, they want to know who the ‘hottie’ is in the video with her.”

“You’re kidding?”

“Nope,” Kurt said, his face serious. “This could be a good thing for us, you know.”

“Maybe.”

Kurt sat quietly in his thoughts for a moment before speaking again. “You said she was here to lose weight, right? Maybe you could help her.”

“Yeah, I already told her that if she had any questions, you or I could answer them for her.”

“No, that’s not what I meant. I mean you could be her trainer.”

Confusion swept through Adam. “She didn’t ask me to train her.”

“So?” Kurt shrugged. “Doesn’t mean you can’t offer your services. Besides, she seems a bit clumsy, and the last thing you need right now is someone getting hurt in your gym.”

“Preslee said she signed the waiver.”