Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“That’s wonderful. Congratulations!” I throw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I’m going to need help, of course, so these three —” he gestures at the other men — “are going to come work with me.”
“We’re planning to get certified as personal trainers, too.” Owen sounds excited at the prospect.
“Oh my gosh, your gym is going to have a huge waiting list when all the women who saw you perform at Club Red find out that you’re available for one-on-one training.”
“You’re probably right,” Colin says. “Will that bother you?”
“You mean, all those women wanting you to put your hands all over them, to help them get their form exactly right?”
Zane winces at the picture I paint.
“No, it won’t bother me,” I say. “I know you only want your hands on my sassy ass.”
“Damn right,” Owen says, and I see the memory of last night flicker across his eyes.
“Sassy ass?” Jordan repeats. “Sounds like we have a new nickname for you.”
I groan. “I don’t know if that’s better or worse than Brittle Britt.”
“Much, much better,” Jordan says, rubbing my bottom to prove his point.
“So, if the Stanton brothers change their minds and decide to fire me, can I get a job at your gym, too?” I ask Zane.
“Once the business gets going, how about if we all just support you, and you don’t need to work at all if you don’t want to?” he says.
“Sounds like I’ll have a new nickname for all of you, then: Sugar Daddies.”
“Damn right,” Zane says, and all of my men reach out to me. “Come to your daddies.”
EPILOGUE
43
COLIN - THREE MONTHS LATER
“Can you get that?” Brittany gestures to the large open box sitting near the door that holds a variety of potted plants.
“Sure. Where did you get these?”
“I asked my sister’s guys to pick them up. They have special arrangements with a couple of nurseries. Plants will help keep the air clean, and they’ll look nice on the front desk and in the locker rooms.”
I lift the box and go out the front, holding the door for Brittany, who’s carrying two bags of food items. “I’d have never thought of that.”
“That’s what you need a woman’s touch for,” she says. “Though starting tomorrow, I hate to imagine how many women are going to be touching you.”
I give her a look. “It won’t be like the picture line at Club Red. Gym-goers don’t have a reason to touch their trainers.”
“I bet they’ll be looking for reasons.” She transfers one of her bags to the other hand and squeezes my bicep. “I can’t blame them.”
At the car, I set down the box and open the door for her. “If anything like that happens, we’ll post a big sign with a list of rules. No touching the trainers will be at the top.”
“Ah rules, that reminds me of how we met,” she says.
“Yeah, it’s a good thing none of us were very good at following rules,” I say, grinning at her. “Is there anything else here to bring?”
“There are two more bags with food items. We could take them in the morning.”
“I’ll grab them now. Be right back.”
Brittany’s cottage is like my second home, or maybe my third, since I’ve been spending so much time at the new gym as we prepare for its grand opening. Brittany’s cottage is mostly where I sleep, though, and do all the fun stuff that typically comes before sleep.
It’s a nice place, though it still needs more furniture. Brittany hasn’t even been in it for two months yet, so she’s still shopping for the perfect pieces. It’s probably good that there isn’t more furniture, though, since the place gets pretty crowded when all five of us are here, which is often.
The cottage had been her dream, and I know she loves it, but we’ve started selling her on the idea of a new dream: a big beach house we can all share, one with enough space for a much bigger bed.
A few weeks ago, she had her sister and her sister’s four men over for a dinner party, along with the four of us. That standing-room-only night went a long way toward convincing Brittany that a bigger place would be better.
Back at the car, she’s waiting in the passenger seat. “You don’t have to work tonight, right?” I ask when I get in behind the wheel.
“No, I’m off today and tomorrow. The Stantons said I could take more time if I needed.”
“They’re such good people. Did you know all four brothers signed up for charter memberships? And they’re thinking of offering memberships as a benefit for the employees.”
“I know,” she says, smiling. “I suggested that to them.”
“You should head up our sales team.”
“Maybe someday. I’m happy right now.” After our inaugural tour, Brittany went on two more tours with different dancers, but as soon as she was able, she transitioned to a new position that allows her to stay in town. She’s now an assistant manager at Club Red, and we’re all very proud of her.