Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
A whole fuckin’ lot.
And as each day passed, I realized what I was missing with Maria.
A connection.
There was no spark with her. There was no desire to be around her as a person, or talk to her, or even wonder what she was thinking.
With Fran, I was constantly thinking about her. Worried about her. Wondering what she was doing or thinking. Hell, I wanted her badly, and I’d only known her for a short period of time. But somehow, I knew that if we ever became a couple, she wouldn’t go far without me by her side.
“A car is a car when you don’t have your own wheels,” Fran declared as she stopped between Maria and me.
I didn’t miss the glower that Maria sent Fran’s way for obstructing her view of me.
Nor did I miss Fran’s triumphant smile when she got let in the door first due to where she was positioned.
I didn’t feel even an iota bad that I let the door fall behind me instead of holding it for Maria.
Mostly because I needed to rush in the door and turn the alarm off.
At least, that was what I told myself.
Maria strode past where Fran had paused right inside the door, still in the glow of the outer light that only clicked on from five in the morning until seven in the evening.
It was only when I had the lights blazing that she came out of that uncomfortable stillness near the door.
Something that she did each and every morning.
I knew without a doubt that she was afraid of the dark.
I wondered if she had a good reason.
Most did.
“Ew, assault bike and back squats?” Maria’s annoying voice cried.
Fran came up to my side and stopped within touching distance.
“I really freakin’ hate agreeing with anything she says.” Fran leaned in to whisper in my ear, causing my dick to harden in the sweatpants that I was wearing. “But those two sound awful.”
I placed my palm on her hand and pulled her just a little bit closer.
“You’ll live,” I teased.
And she did.
With three calories on the assault bike left to go in the workout, I stood next to Fran and practically hollered in her ear.
“Push!” I crowed.
“I’m giving it all I’ve got, Captain,” Fran wheezed.
I snickered as she pushed herself just a little bit harder.
Which happened to be just enough to get off the bike a second faster than Maria.
I swear to God, I saw utter glee in her eyes as she looked at the clock.
“Fuckin’ cheater,” Maria grumbled.
“No cheating here, ma’am.” Fran laughed. “Look. It’s actually at twenty-six calories and not twenty-five now.”
Maria rolled her eyes and went to the friend she’d urged to come today.
Fran came to me.
She grinned at me widely and then said, “If I don’t have a great ass after that workout, I’ll be asking for a refund on my membership.”
I burst out laughing.
Turns out, she didn’t need the workout to get a great ass. Because she already freakin’ had one.
CHAPTER 9
For a good time, call Fran.
-21-15-9
(CrossFit Girl Workout)
FRAN
Six weeks later
It was fitting that we were ending the bootcamp by doing a regular class. And that we were ending it with the workout called ‘Fran.’
Everyone groaned, seasoned and unseasoned members alike, when Taos turned the board around for everyone to see today’s WOD.
“Today’s workout. Twenty-one, fifteen, nine of pull-ups and thrusters,” Taos announced.
I looked at the board. Twenty-one pull-ups was doable. Twenty-one thrusters at ninety-five pounds. Fifteen pull-ups, fifteen thrusters. Nine pull-ups, nine thrusters. All as fast as you could possibly do it.
That sounded… truly awful.
I couldn’t think of a worse combination.
Pull-ups I’d finally gotten about three weeks after Taos had helped me initially. Now, though I could do them, I was very slow at them. And they came one at a time. Slowly.
“Hey, Fran,” one of the other bootcampers called. “If you don’t win this, you’ll have to change your name.”
Maria, who had joined the bootcamp class, again, despite being a ‘seasoned’ CrossFitter, snorted.
I wanted to turn around and stare her in the eyes and tell her that I was going to fuckin’ dominate her.
Most likely, I wouldn’t.
Most likely, just like everything else, we’d be close, but she would win.
Mostly because she’d done all these movements before and didn’t really need to be in the beginners’ bootcamp here.
She needed to be in a regular class.
However, being in a regular class meant that she couldn’t see Taos teach.
Which happened to be why quite a few of the seasoned CrossFit athletes dropped into these times. Because, apparently, Taos was a legend.
He was also a very good coach, athlete, and person. And I had a major crush on the man that only got worse as the days went on.
My body was electrified every single time we got into close contact. And swear to God. If he offered to have me, I would practically fall at his feet.