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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 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.”
About the Author
A West Coast baby born and raised, and married to her high school sweetheart, with a spirited toddler and a fluffy dog, Whitley spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn't end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes and it's not quite wine o'clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.
A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of every day life into her stories. With mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role playing, these books have everything we need to satisfy the curious kink in all
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