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fierce.
    ‘Stay with me!’
    ‘You know this part, come on, get those legs up!’
    ‘This is gonna get you what you want! Don’t quit on me, four more!’
    ‘You’ve got this! Can you feel it? I know it hurts. Do it again!’
    Bodie huffed out a short laugh. “Wow,” he said softly. “Maybe not such a creampuff after all.”
    Perhaps the guy would have more luck getting Sassy off her ass and prying her out of her room than he’d thought. He could only hope.
    He watched until the clip ended, then looked down as he realized he’d begun absentmindedly rubbing himself over his jeans. “What the fuck,” he whispered, and got up, pacing the room until his erection subsided. He would have loved to take a cold shower, but he was still on Sassy-duty for another couple hours, a thought which sobered his unexpected arousal completely.
    Leaving the room and relocking the door, he went back upstairs, pausing outside Sassy’s door. The television still blared inside. He made his way back downstairs, once again passing Tate in the hallway. “She hasn’t moved,” Tate said.
    “Okay, thanks. I’m gonna grab a sandwich, you want anything?”
    “I’m good,” Tate said.
    While Bodie made his sandwich in the kitchen, his thoughts drifted back to Jay Capello, who he’d be spending the summer with. That is, if the guy didn’t quit before he got started. He recalled Eben’s parting words.
    “It’s your job to make sure Jay doesn’t cave within a week. Got it?”
    It was going to be a challenge. For both of them.

Chapter Two
     
     
    “You dumb shit! You haven’t got the sense to spit downward. What’s the matter with you? I swear Jay, I wonder sometimes if you’ve got shit for brains. This is the stupidest idea I ever heard.”
    Jay’s mother sat on the edge of his bed, watching him pack, long fingernails drumming her coffee cup. She was the only person on the planet who could get away with talking to him like that. Or rather normally she could get away with it. But Jay was feeling defensive about his on-the-spot decision yesterday to take the job with Eben Wright, a defense born of doubt. He wasn’t sure what niggling subconscious fear was making him second guess things, but part of him agreed with his mother’s shit-for-brains assessment of the decision, and therefore he argued vehemently in favor of it.
    “It’s not a stupid idea, it’s a great idea. I’m lucky it came along. With the lawsuit, I could end up penniless after all my hard work.”
    “Hey, was Ingrid there?” his brother Anthony asked. “She’s fucking hot .”
    “Watch your mouth, Anthony!” his mother said. She gave her other son a light swat on the back of the head.
    Anthony jerked back, wincing. “What the hell, Mom! You were just swearing.”
    “I’m the mother, I can do what I want.”
    Jay shook his head as he dug through his drawers. His mother and Anthony had come by with the excuse that they wanted to ‘help’ him pack, though they’d done nothing but sit around talking since their arrival. He knew it was more likely they wanted to grill him for details about his famous new client. They were both taking the stance that the job was a dumb idea. But then they’d also told him years back that becoming a fitness instructor was a dumb idea, though those grumblings had quieted somewhat since the success he’d achieved.
    Jay had remained close with his family in adulthood, especially since his father’s death four years ago. They were good, working class people, and his brothers had found their own moderate success in various trades. But the family hadn’t had much money growing up, and that hardship seemed to have stuck with them to some degree. It was a strange defense mechanism that drove Jay crazy—his family automatically viewed anyone with wealth as an asshole who ‘thought they were better’ than everyone else.
    “Ingrid wasn’t there,” Jay said. “Just Eben.”
    “Bet you wish you were gonna be working out