Billionaire's proposal

the last ti

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mission to create

our bodies need self-care. I run every second day or so, but according to this journa

'm failing

e-by-side and a chair meant for sitting, I'm dumbfounded. I

ch onto the handles, reining them in. The handles do

why I don't

the

are five cross trainers, and three of them are taken. A young guy is going hard, sweating profusely with no towel in sight

and sitting on her head to hold it back. She wears an oversized sweatsuit in

sistent, looking easy enou

my ears, I follow the instructions and press the button to star

t, whacking the front and forcing

re you a

ny feels so

the gym

ust getting

't seen you around.

time, I gain momentum and t

es, first time here. I read this article, and I'm trying to be nicer to my body, e

ldren and fifteen grandbabies. My body has seen it all, carried a few ten pounders, too. But nothing, and I mean no

she doesn't look in her seve

ushing thirty in a few years. I just don't know where the time has gone. Okay, wait, I lie. I focused on my career so much and opening our small firm that I

bottle. "I don't do this all the time, but you strike me as a lady who can use some help. I have a son, Jesse Junior.

seem like my type. An out-of-towner means country boy on some is

onversation amicable. "If the next time you see m

Lord knows he'd eat you up like a hungry wolf." Susan waves goodbye, and

-John's 'Let's Get Physical' in hopes of inspiring my newfound hobby. All I can think of

e, knees shaking and unbalanced. I wonder how many Hersh

another workout, casually walking past a man sitting at the

d I look since I didn't use the machine

my bitch. I refuse to be a paw

comfortable, placing my towel on the chair. This one looks easy. Al

ed to be amputated tomorrow. Grabbing my towel, I stand, bum

I just wasn't looking,"

but kindly and in a non-offensive way. Baring a gr

one of his earbuds out, "Lost in so

' on a

sculpted face. Gosh, he's gorgeous. He remin

"But I'll do some sets to 'Liv

ite, dripping in sweat but not in the gross way that makes you scrunch your n

and. "I'm Julian

n how masculine his hands are and why they do

achine. Ar

e my unwarranted lust over this man is

sweat rash why we're supposed to wipe it down, or can you catch like herpes?" The words are like verbal diarrhea, and my te

azel-colored eyes. His smile, warm an

thanks for the les

ity. "It was nice meeting you. Maybe we can do this

is to pick up any dign

Julian

waiting for him to tell me

else like over coffee. And we could leave the

nto a joyous smile. Maybe this gym business isn't so bad. Ki

nter where I steal a pen from the receptionist.

ing that grin one more time f

lirtatious wink, letting go of h