Wall Monkeys

Hannah

“He said that rules were meant to be broken. Especially when they’re your own,” I told Parker and Tatum as they sat next to me on my couch, eagerly listening.

They had both been invited over so we could debrief after my highly arousing personal training session with Jordan.

“Girl. He so wants to fuck you,” Tatum laughed as she took a sip from her sports drink.

It would have been so much more enjoyable to gossip over drinks, but we were all being good.

“Word.” Parker nodded. “I totally agree. He gets this really intense look on his face when he watches her. It’s so hot.”

“Yes! He does! I’ve seen it too. He wants to repeat that TRX single arm row with no pants on,” Tatum laughed and nudged me with her elbow.

“Oh my God. Maybe introducing you two was a bad idea,” I groaned. They were even more outrageous together than when I interacted with them separately.

“Or the best idea ever!” Parker exclaimed as they high-fived across me from our seats on my couch.

“I don’t even know how I made it through the last twenty minutes,” I fanned my face as I recalled how intense the whole experience had been. “I was ready to rip my shirt off with the way he kept whispering in my ear.”

“I didn’t expect him to crack so quickly,” Tatum mused.

“Hannah must have turned up the heat with that hip bridge,” Parker practically giggled.

“Hahaha. Get it, girl!” Tatum laughed, and I felt a blush rise in my cheeks. The whole session had been like foreplay.

“As soon as he said our time was up, I practically ran out the door,” I confessed. “Has he ever stood behind you like that to correct your form on the TRX, Tatum?”

The loud barking laugh she let out indicated that he probably hadn’t used that method with her.

“No. Definitely not.”

“Gentle fingertips moving me where he coached, yes,” she further explained. “Full-on pulling himself into a half row attached to my back. That would be a no.”

Her face turned thoughtful for a moment, and she looked over at me out of the corner of her eye. “I’ve never seen him touch anyone in the studio that closely.”

“I would’ve paid good money to see that.” Parker laughed. “I bet Ty got quite the show if he looked back into the studio.”

Shit.

“You don’t think that’s why he did it?” I rushed out. What if the entire thing had been a show to get Ty to back off?

“No, no, no.” Parker turned in my direction, placing his hand on my knee. “That’s not what I meant.”

“With how he nailed Ty to the wall last week, it would’ve done more damage if he saw you two like that,” Tatum agreed. “Ty may have been too flirty with the clients, but he never touched anyone inappropriately.”

“So, you think Jordan was inappropriate?”

“Knowing that he likes you, not really. As a professional? Hell yes.” She shrugged as she sat back and took a sip of her protein shake. “You must have gotten him really worked up to take a chance like that.”

“Maybe I should stop seeing him one-on-one. I don’t want to cause any problems,” I worried. “I feel like the more I interact with him alone, the blurrier the lines get for me.”

“Sounds like it’s the same for him too,” Parker agreed. “One minute he’s telling you to stay away, the next he’s all up on you.”

“I’m not sure what the solution is. Did you feel like you got something out of today’s session?” Tatum asked.

My cheeks burned as I thought about the way it felt to have his chest muscles flex against my back.

“Besides wet panties?” She rolled her eyes, and I swatted at her out of reflex.

“Hey. You just tit-smacked me,” she exclaimed as she clutched her chest.

“Sorry. Reflex,” I apologized.

“It is. She’s a little bit abusive.” Parker’s arm slid around my shoulder, and he pulled me into his side, laying a smacking kiss on my temple. “But we love the little bruiser anyways.”

“Okay... back to our subject,” Tatum redirected. “Was today’s session value-added, or is he going to be a distraction?”

“Both?” I answered meekly.

“Why don’t we tell him you’re not available next week. You can book an evening session with Mallory or Mollie. I’ll use my session to gauge how serious he is about this rule of his.”

“Mollie better be available,” I whimpered, and they both laughed at my panicked expression. I did not want to work with Mallory alone.

“You mean you don’t want the Dragon reenacting the scene from ~Ghost~ on the TRX straps with you?” Parker laughed again.

“That was a pottery wheel, dumbass,” I said with my eyes narrowed.

“I can see the parallel,” Tatum responded evenly. “Nice movie reference.”

“Don’t encourage him.” I rolled my eyes. Parker was going to get even more ridiculous if Tatum fed into his attempts at levity.

“I feel like you understand me, Tatum,” he told her adoringly.

“Do I need to give you two a moment?” I asked as I flattened myself back against the cushion.

“If you don’t mind…” she trailed off, and they both burst into giggles.

I had a feeling that the two of them were going to be trouble. But I loved it. Kind of.

“So, the plan is to avoid as much alone time as possible until the end of the challenge to keep both of us out of trouble?” I asked.

“If you think you can last that long,” Tatum nodded.

“I know I couldn’t,” Parker said, fanning his hand in front of his face and making a panting sound.

“Because you’re a horny slut, Park,” I sarcastically told him.

“This is true,” he proudly agreed.

Tatum held her hand up for a high five again, and we all burst into laughter.

Hopefully, I can stick to the plan. Six weeks isn’t that long to resist.

Right?