“On your knees–now,” he said, his tone dropping the politeness, a command plain and hard.

Linda’s jaw tightened, her eyes narrowing, but she dropped to her knees fast,Seduced the carpet rough against her skin. “Fuck, this is weak,” she muttered, dropping the weights with a clatter, frustration etching her features–his features.

He laughed, moving to the bench press next without waiting for her cue. Second set, she gritted her teeth, making it to eight before her biceps gave out, the ten-pounders thudding down. He turned back to the mirror, her reflection staring back with that wild grin he barely recognized.