Chapter 1: Stumbling Into Trouble
The gym smelled of sweat and iron, a cavern of clanging weights and grunting bodies that made Ethan’s heart race for all the wrong reasons. At eighteen, he was a scrawny bundle of nerves, clutching a crumpled beginner’s workout guide like it was a lifeline. His oversized T-shirt hung off his slight frame, and his cheeks flushed with every sidelong glance from the muscle-bound regulars. He didn’t belong here, and he knew it. But he’d promised himself he’d try—try to be stronger, bolder, anything but the shy, adorable mess he saw in the mirror.
He shuffled toward the dumbbell rack, eyes glued to the guide, when his sneaker caught on a stray weight. Time slowed as he stumbled, arms flailing for balance. His hands shot out, desperate for anything to grab, and landed squarely on something—or someone. Firm, warm, and decidedly not a piece of equipment. Ethan froze, his fingers splayed across a taut, muscular backside. His eyes snapped up to meet the towering figure of a woman who could only be described as a force of nature.
She was a tomboy through and through—broad-shouldered, with a jawline sharp enough to cut glass and short-cropped hair slick with sweat. Her tank top clung to her bulky frame, showcasing arms that could probably bench press Ethan without breaking a sweat. Her piercing hazel eyes narrowed, and a smirk curled her lips as she crossed her arms, making her biceps flex in a way that sent a shiver down Ethan’s spine.
“Well, well,” she drawled, her voice low and rough, dripping with amusement. “Didn’t know they let little puppies wander into the big dog pen. You lost, kid, or just looking for a feel?”
Ethan’s face burned crimson as he yanked his hands back, stammering, “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to— I tripped, and— oh God, I’m such an idiot!”
She stepped closer, her height looming over him, and he instinctively took a step back, only to bump into the weight rack. Trapped. Her smirk widened. “Relax, cutie. I don’t bite… unless you ask nicely. Name’s Riley. And you are?”
“E-Ethan,” he squeaked, clutching his guide like a shield. “I’m new. I didn’t mean to, uh, grab you. I swear I’m not a creep!”
Riley chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that made Ethan’s stomach flip in a way he didn’t quite understand. “Oh, I can tell you’re no creep. Too damn innocent for that. But you’ve got sticky fingers, and I don’t let just anyone cop a feel of my ass without earning it.” She tilted her head, sizing him up like a predator eyeing prey. “How ‘bout this? You wanna play in my world, you gotta take a few hits. Be my punching bag for a bit. Teach you some manners.”
Ethan blinked, his mind racing. “P-punching bag? Like… literally?”
“Metaphorically, sweetheart,” she purred, stepping even closer until he could feel the heat radiating off her. Her scent—sweat mixed with something spicy and intoxicating—hit him like a punch. “I’ll train you. Push you. See if you’ve got any fight in that cute little body. And if you’re good…” Her voice dropped to a whisper, her lips brushing near his ear. “I might just reward you.”
His breath hitched, a confusing mix of fear and something hotter pooling in his gut. He should run, should apologize again and bolt for the door. But Riley’s gaze pinned him in place, daring him to say yes. And God help him, he nodded.
“Good boy,” she said, grinning like she’d just won a prize. She grabbed a pair of gloves from a nearby bench and tossed them at him. “Gear up. We’re starting now. And don’t think I’ll go easy on you just ‘cause you’ve got those puppy-dog eyes.”
As Ethan fumbled with the gloves, his heart pounded, not just from nerves but from the way Riley’s eyes raked over him, hungry and unapologetic. She stepped into the ring, beckoning him with a crooked finger, her stance all power and promise. He followed, trembling, knowing he was in way over his head—but also knowing he didn’t want to be anywhere else.
The air between them crackled as she circled him, her voice cutting through the gym’s din. “Let’s see how long you last, Ethan. ‘Cause I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna be sweating and panting before I’m done with you.”
And as her first playful jab came his way, he dodged—just barely—feeling the heat of her presence ignite something deep inside him, something wild and desperate that was already aching for more.
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