As far as impressions go, this first one is catastrophic . . . but that doesn’t stop them from wanting a second chance at it.

I’m having the day from hell. Then she walks in.

All curvy and plump and glorious—and off limits.

She’s a client. I’m already with someone.

So I take my bad mood out on her, just an awful beast.

She gives it back as good as she got . . .

Right before leaving, never to set foot in my gym again.

I want more. Of her. From her. With her.

But how can I convince her to know the real me?