almost as if he was fine one way or the other.
But the thing is, I didn’t have time to focus on whatever was going on with him. My clients expected top-notch work from me and I couldn’t allow my personal matters to interfere with that. I couldn’t allow distractions of any kind to hinder my reputation.
All I could hope was that Cameron wasn’t seeing another woman.
Chapter 12
W HITNEY
I WALKED INSIDE the health club, swiped my ID card, and proceeded toward the locker room. My original plan was to work out at home until my weight loss package arrived, but since Telecom paid for all management staff to have their own membership, I decided to make use of it. And it wasn’t like I hadn’t been here before, because I’d come here three weeks straight when I’d first become a member, but then I’d given it up for no apparent reason. Although I hadn’t been all that comfortable with working out in front of people I didn’t know—specifically in front of men. But I’d also been ashamed to undress in front of some of the women, who’d looked like Halle Berry. Women who’d had tiny waists, flat stomachs, and curves in all the right places.
Inside the humid locker room, I found an empty locker and opened up my duffel bag. I pulled out a pair of double X sweatpants and a T-shirt that had my company’s logo on it. Then I waited for some of the other members to clear out. When there were only two of us left, I quickly removed my street clothing and put on my athletic ensemble. The woman down the row from me was actually bigger than I was and I couldn’t deny that I was happy about it. It was a relief to know that I wouldn’t be the fattest person out there huffing and puffing on a treadmill, praying that I wouldn’t pass out.
I forced all of my belongings into the locker, shut the door, and locked it. Then I went out to the equipment area. There were easily fifty people riding bicycles, stair-stepping, walking, rowing, using the elliptical machine, and lifting weights. All of the treadmills were being used, and now I wondered if coming here straight from work had been a good idea. I wasn’t thrilled about the option of showing up at the crack of dawn, though, either, because it was bad enough having to be at work by eight.
After waiting five minutes or so, I hopped onto one of the bicycles, but what a grave mistake that was. The seat couldn’t have been more than three inches wide and my butt quickly swallowed it whole. The woman next to me looked on in horror and I was so humiliated. Still, I decided to show her just how brave I was. I gripped the handlebars, set the digital timer, and starting pumping like a mad woman. I rode the machine for so long that I broke into a thick sweat. Then I started panting like the dog in my neighborhood. I did this after riding for all of two minutes and the woman next to me looked worried. I’m sure she thought I was threatening cardiac arrest, but once again, I showed her .
I got off and walked away while I was still able.
But now what was I going to do? I still wanted to tackle the treadmill, so I guess I would just have to wait. And wait. And wait. Until someone finally got off of one of them. It was amazing how some of the patrons were walking at least three to four miles per hour, yet they were watching television or reading a book. Some of them were even chatting and, get this, laughing with their workout partners. They actually looked like they were having a good time. Oh, how I wished I could be in their shoes. How I wish I could do any exercise for more than a half hour and leave this place feeling good.
After more waiting, I turned and went over to the water fountain, but when I arrived some guy blocked my path and smiled at me.
“Want a drink?” he said.
“Well, that was the plan,” I responded. I spoke in a salty manner, but it was only because I was self-conscious and didn’t want him seeing me this way. The man was breathtaking and I wanted him to
But the thing is, I didn’t have time to focus on whatever was going on with him. My clients expected top-notch work from me and I couldn’t allow my personal matters to interfere with that. I couldn’t allow distractions of any kind to hinder my reputation.
All I could hope was that Cameron wasn’t seeing another woman.
Chapter 12
W HITNEY
I WALKED INSIDE the health club, swiped my ID card, and proceeded toward the locker room. My original plan was to work out at home until my weight loss package arrived, but since Telecom paid for all management staff to have their own membership, I decided to make use of it. And it wasn’t like I hadn’t been here before, because I’d come here three weeks straight when I’d first become a member, but then I’d given it up for no apparent reason. Although I hadn’t been all that comfortable with working out in front of people I didn’t know—specifically in front of men. But I’d also been ashamed to undress in front of some of the women, who’d looked like Halle Berry. Women who’d had tiny waists, flat stomachs, and curves in all the right places.
Inside the humid locker room, I found an empty locker and opened up my duffel bag. I pulled out a pair of double X sweatpants and a T-shirt that had my company’s logo on it. Then I waited for some of the other members to clear out. When there were only two of us left, I quickly removed my street clothing and put on my athletic ensemble. The woman down the row from me was actually bigger than I was and I couldn’t deny that I was happy about it. It was a relief to know that I wouldn’t be the fattest person out there huffing and puffing on a treadmill, praying that I wouldn’t pass out.
I forced all of my belongings into the locker, shut the door, and locked it. Then I went out to the equipment area. There were easily fifty people riding bicycles, stair-stepping, walking, rowing, using the elliptical machine, and lifting weights. All of the treadmills were being used, and now I wondered if coming here straight from work had been a good idea. I wasn’t thrilled about the option of showing up at the crack of dawn, though, either, because it was bad enough having to be at work by eight.
After waiting five minutes or so, I hopped onto one of the bicycles, but what a grave mistake that was. The seat couldn’t have been more than three inches wide and my butt quickly swallowed it whole. The woman next to me looked on in horror and I was so humiliated. Still, I decided to show her just how brave I was. I gripped the handlebars, set the digital timer, and starting pumping like a mad woman. I rode the machine for so long that I broke into a thick sweat. Then I started panting like the dog in my neighborhood. I did this after riding for all of two minutes and the woman next to me looked worried. I’m sure she thought I was threatening cardiac arrest, but once again, I showed her .
I got off and walked away while I was still able.
But now what was I going to do? I still wanted to tackle the treadmill, so I guess I would just have to wait. And wait. And wait. Until someone finally got off of one of them. It was amazing how some of the patrons were walking at least three to four miles per hour, yet they were watching television or reading a book. Some of them were even chatting and, get this, laughing with their workout partners. They actually looked like they were having a good time. Oh, how I wished I could be in their shoes. How I wish I could do any exercise for more than a half hour and leave this place feeling good.
After more waiting, I turned and went over to the water fountain, but when I arrived some guy blocked my path and smiled at me.
“Want a drink?” he said.
“Well, that was the plan,” I responded. I spoke in a salty manner, but it was only because I was self-conscious and didn’t want him seeing me this way. The man was breathtaking and I wanted him to
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