As far as impressions go, this first one is catastrophic . . . but that doesn’t stop them from wanting a second chance at it. I’m having the day from hell. Then she walks in. All curvy and plump and glorious—and off limits. She’s a client. I’m already with someone. So I take my bad mood out on her, just an awful beast. She gives it back as good as she got . . . Right before leaving, never to set foot in my gym again. I want more. Of her. From her. With her. But how can I convince her to know the real me?