Chapter One
Drew Bennett guided his sleek black Corvette along the interstate toward the health club where he spent part of his time as a personal trainer. He was a professional trainer for various pro athletes and he was late leaving his appointment with the current lightweight championship boxer who had his own personal gym.
A smile tipped the corner of Drew’s lips. Sarah Fairland was going to be pissed that he was late—and that’s exactly what he wanted. The uptight executive needed to be thrown off balance before they started today’s workout. She’d been giving off sexual vibes for the last few sessions—scorching hot vibes that he’d purposely ignored. She wanted him and damned if he wasn’t attracted to her more than any woman he’d been with in a long time.
He rubbed his erection through his gym shorts and pictured Sarah on her knees, her hands bound behind her back as she sucked his cock.
Oh, he was going to give her what she wanted…and far, far more. Sarah Fairland was going to learn a few lessons if she wanted to play with him. Maybe she was used to dominating the business world, but when it came to him, she’d be on her knees begging him to take control. Control that she would hand over freely once he introduced her to his world.
* * * * *
Sarah Fairland checked her reflection in the exclusive health club’s bathroom mirror. Regardless of the fact that Drew Bennett was going to put her through the paces today, she’d taken special care with her makeup—not too much and not too little. Just right. Her shoulder-length brown hair was held up in a twist, giving her a look that heightened her cheekbones and complimented her blue eyes.
5
Cheyenne McCray
As a CEO she was driven and known in the business world as a woman with brass ovaries. She had no qualms about doing whatever she had to in order to get what she wanted.
In this case she wanted Drew Bennett.
A fling with her sexy physical trainer was exactly what she needed to release the frustrations of dealing with incompetent people on every level in the business world.
She ground her teeth at the thought of her last encounter with a competing firm’s president and CEO. The bastard had tried to treat her as if she were a low-ranking peon.
She’d sure as hell put the SOB in his place and took him down a few notches.
Sarah strode out of the bathroom that smelled of lemon disinfectant that didn’t hide the reek of sweaty socks. There was absolutely no excuse for that stink. If she ran the club she’d put everyone in their place and make sure the club was in perfect shape in every way.
Sounds of voices and the clanking of weights were loud on the gym floor and the place smelled of testosterone. Damn, there were some good-looking hunks pumping iron, but she had her sights set on only one man today.
Humid air touched her skin exposed by her bright yellow crop-top and low-rider Lycra workout shorts. She looked good and she knew it. Her body was toned, perfectly fit, and she kept it that way by working out four times a week and utilizing a personal trainer.
When she reached Drew’s office she was surprised to see he wasn’t there. He was always on time for their training appointments. Sarah pursed her lips. She didn’t tolerate tardiness. She seated herself in one of the blue plastic chairs in front of his desk, crossed her knees and stilled her foot to keep it from swinging. No matter the situation, she always maintained control.
Her irritation level grew as the minutes passed by on the large, round, black-rimmed clock that reminded her of those clocks that had always been in her classrooms 6
Taking It Personal
during her school years. As a student she had only been impatient to move on to the next class because she always finished her work ahead of everyone else. Even then she’d been an achiever, a type-A personality.
Six minutes passed before Drew strolled through the doorway. Even though she was irritated as hell, he nearly
Drew Bennett guided his sleek black Corvette along the interstate toward the health club where he spent part of his time as a personal trainer. He was a professional trainer for various pro athletes and he was late leaving his appointment with the current lightweight championship boxer who had his own personal gym.
A smile tipped the corner of Drew’s lips. Sarah Fairland was going to be pissed that he was late—and that’s exactly what he wanted. The uptight executive needed to be thrown off balance before they started today’s workout. She’d been giving off sexual vibes for the last few sessions—scorching hot vibes that he’d purposely ignored. She wanted him and damned if he wasn’t attracted to her more than any woman he’d been with in a long time.
He rubbed his erection through his gym shorts and pictured Sarah on her knees, her hands bound behind her back as she sucked his cock.
Oh, he was going to give her what she wanted…and far, far more. Sarah Fairland was going to learn a few lessons if she wanted to play with him. Maybe she was used to dominating the business world, but when it came to him, she’d be on her knees begging him to take control. Control that she would hand over freely once he introduced her to his world.
* * * * *
Sarah Fairland checked her reflection in the exclusive health club’s bathroom mirror. Regardless of the fact that Drew Bennett was going to put her through the paces today, she’d taken special care with her makeup—not too much and not too little. Just right. Her shoulder-length brown hair was held up in a twist, giving her a look that heightened her cheekbones and complimented her blue eyes.
5
Cheyenne McCray
As a CEO she was driven and known in the business world as a woman with brass ovaries. She had no qualms about doing whatever she had to in order to get what she wanted.
In this case she wanted Drew Bennett.
A fling with her sexy physical trainer was exactly what she needed to release the frustrations of dealing with incompetent people on every level in the business world.
She ground her teeth at the thought of her last encounter with a competing firm’s president and CEO. The bastard had tried to treat her as if she were a low-ranking peon.
She’d sure as hell put the SOB in his place and took him down a few notches.
Sarah strode out of the bathroom that smelled of lemon disinfectant that didn’t hide the reek of sweaty socks. There was absolutely no excuse for that stink. If she ran the club she’d put everyone in their place and make sure the club was in perfect shape in every way.
Sounds of voices and the clanking of weights were loud on the gym floor and the place smelled of testosterone. Damn, there were some good-looking hunks pumping iron, but she had her sights set on only one man today.
Humid air touched her skin exposed by her bright yellow crop-top and low-rider Lycra workout shorts. She looked good and she knew it. Her body was toned, perfectly fit, and she kept it that way by working out four times a week and utilizing a personal trainer.
When she reached Drew’s office she was surprised to see he wasn’t there. He was always on time for their training appointments. Sarah pursed her lips. She didn’t tolerate tardiness. She seated herself in one of the blue plastic chairs in front of his desk, crossed her knees and stilled her foot to keep it from swinging. No matter the situation, she always maintained control.
Her irritation level grew as the minutes passed by on the large, round, black-rimmed clock that reminded her of those clocks that had always been in her classrooms 6
Taking It Personal
during her school years. As a student she had only been impatient to move on to the next class because she always finished her work ahead of everyone else. Even then she’d been an achiever, a type-A personality.
Six minutes passed before Drew strolled through the doorway. Even though she was irritated as hell, he nearly
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