Chapter 1: Midnight Iron
Mia stormed into the 24-hour gym at half-past midnight, her stilettos swapped for sneakers, her tailored blazer replaced by a tight tank top that clung to her curves. The corporate world had chewed her up and spit her out today—another boardroom battle, another round of bullshit from suits who underestimated her. She needed to lift heavy, to sweat out the frustration, to feel something other than the weight of her corner office. The gym was nearly empty, save for the clank of weights in the corner where a man—broad-shouldered, all sinew and grit—deadlifted a bar that looked like it could crush a lesser soul.
Jake. She’d seen him here before, always late, always pushing limits. Personal trainer by day, beast by night. His dark hair was damp with effort, his tank top riding up just enough to reveal the V of muscle dipping into his shorts. Mia’s eyes flicked lower as he set the bar down, catching the unmistakable bulge straining against the fabric. Her breath hitched. Not tonight, she told herself. Focus on the iron. But damn, the man was a distraction.
She strode to the bench press, loading the bar with more weight than she probably should’ve. Reckless? Maybe. But Mia didn’t do half-measures. As she lay back, gripping the cold steel, she felt eyes on her. Jake had wandered over, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips.
‘Need a spot, or are you just trying to impress me?’ His voice was rough, teasing, like gravel over silk.
Mia arched a brow, her grip tightening. ‘I don’t impress, Jake. I dominate. But if you’re offering to watch me crush this, be my guest.’
He chuckled, stepping closer, his shadow falling over her. ‘Oh, I’m watching. But if that bar slips, I’m not explaining to the paramedics why a powerhouse like you went rogue.’
She pushed the bar up, muscles straining, aware of his gaze lingering on her chest, her thighs flexing with each rep. ‘Keep talking, trainer boy. I’ve got stamina for days. Question is, can you keep up?’
Jake leaned in, his hands hovering near the bar, close enough that she caught the scent of his sweat—raw, masculine, intoxicating. ‘Sweetheart, I don’t just keep up. I set the pace. And trust me, I’d have you panting in no time.’
Her core tightened at the challenge, a heat pooling low in her belly. She racked the bar with a deliberate clang, sitting up to meet his stare. Her tank was damp, clinging to her skin, and she didn’t miss the way his eyes darkened. ‘Big words. But I’m not here for games. You got something to prove, or are you all talk?’
He stepped closer, the space between them electric. ‘Meet me in the locker room in five. I’ll show you exactly what I’ve got.’
Mia’s lips curled into a wicked grin. ‘Make it three. I don’t wait for anyone.’
She sauntered off, her hips swaying with purpose, knowing he was watching every step. The locker room door swung shut behind her, the air thick with anticipation. She heard his heavy footsteps moments later, and when he appeared, his chest heaving, eyes hungry, she knew this workout was about to get a hell of a lot dirtier. Her pulse raced, her body already aching for what was coming—hard, fast, and unrelenting.
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