Becca breathed in the chilly morning air as she jogged up the concrete steps leading to the front doors of her gym. The building’s shape reminded her of an Aztec step pyramid, looming against the dark purple sky. Like the temple of an ancient primal deity.
GRANITE, god of the grind.
She was taking the stairs two at a time this morning. The spring in her step seemed to intensify whenever she thought about her newest client. This one was a gem. One to be careful with.
Becca fumbled with her keys as she attempted to open the door with one hand, holding her coffee and phone in the other. GRANITE was open 24 hours, but the front doors stayed locked in the early hours. Most of the lights were still of inside. The FitBit on Becca’s wrist told her it was 4:45am. Enough time to get a solid workout in before Lindsey made an appearance. Becca wanted to be nice and pumped when her new client came back for her free personal training. Not that she had any idea when the gorgeous freckled girl might be coming back. They didn’t have a session scheduled.
Becca’s thoughts hadn’t strayed from the redhead since she’d last seen her, the afternoon before. The trainer hoped she hadn’t spooked her prey by coming on too strong. This lioness could be patient. She could wait by the watering hole all day, lying in the tall grass, knowing her gazelle would eventually re-appear.
So Becca hit the weights. And then she waited. Her regular client check-ins came and went. She breezed through them on autopilot, hardly bothering to comment on her trainees’ conditioning.
“Getting nice and wide in the lats there, Mar–“ Becca glanced down at her clipboard “Marissa! Nice V-taper.”
The trainer’s eyes barely registered the flexed muscles in front of her. She could only visualize the things Lindsey’s spectacular back had done to the grey hoodie. Had it really only been yesterday?
Lindsey’s lats put Marissa’s to shame. But clients paid for platitudes.
“Yup. Yup. Lookin’ great girl. Keep on that cardio.” Her clients became a blur. Cookie-cutter girls. They all looked great. They all looked the same. They all fit perfectly into their clothes... but Lindsey had something these girls didn’t have. And Becca wanted it more than she was allowing herself to admit.