Working_Out

  WORKING OUT

  by Marie Harte

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and plot points stem from the writer’s imagination. They are fictitious and not to be interpreted as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locations or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Working Out

  Copyright © June 2012 by Marie Harte

  Cover by TINB

  All Rights Are Reserved. None of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without express written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for reviews or promotion.

  http://www.marieharte.com

  Chapter One

  December in Seattle

  He’d known it was coming to this. For four long-ass months, he’d been doing his best to handle the situation, and for four months he’d been fooling himself.

  Mac Jameson gripped the neck of his beer bottle and glared across the bar at the bane of his existence. He could no longer ignore those big blue eyes, that killer rack, or the platinum blond hair that framed a face that haunted his dreams. She worked for him, but it didn’t stop her from sniping, scowling, or blatantly ignoring him when she didn’t like what he had to say. A smarter man would have taken her signals as uninterested and run the other way.

  But not Mac. He thrived on challenge, and Maggie Doran had dare written all over her. Aside from her smart mouth and incredible looks, she had a work ethic he truly respected. To make matters worse, she was far from perfect, which he would have found boring. No woman could look like she did without carrying some massive baggage.

  He hadn’t yet figured out how to unload her issues long enough to sleep with her and put himself out of his misery.

  A solid clap to his back reminded himself he wasn’t drinking alone.

  “So what’s your excuse this time?” his best friend asked as he joined Mac at the bar. “The redhead not hot enough? The brunette who wanted your number too clingy?”

  Mac refused to pay attention to the end of the bar where two sexy women continued to glance at him in between high-pitched laughter and cocktails. “I don’t date women who giggle. Christ, I’m thirty-six, too old for games.”

  “Since when?” Shane, as usual, ignored the scowl Mac shot him and continued to talk. “The Mac I know has no problem serial dating. What was it you said to me not so long ago? To indulge in the holy trinity and forget my problems? Tits, ass and an orgasm. There you go, buddy. You have two more-than-willing candidates still making eyes at you.” Shane discreetly nodded toward Mac’s new groupies.

  “No fault with the trinity. You have me there.” Mac had to smile. His grin faded when he noticed his recent obsession now sandwiched between two guys pointing fingers at one another.

  Shane followed Mac’s attention and sighed. “Figures. That woman is trouble.” And Shane would know. Now dating Shelby, Maggie’s best friend, Shane spent more time with Maggie than Mac did—a fact that annoyed the crap out of him, not that he’d ever admit it out loud.

  “Don’t get me wrong, I like her a lot,” Shane continued, “but that stupid vow of celibacy is like a neon sign on her forehead. It’s like Maggie’s secretly calling out to anyone with a dick to help end her plight.”

  Mac blinked. “What did you say?”

  “Oh, sorry. Plight means problem. As in, she has something troubling her.”

  “Dickhead. No, what you said about her vow of celibacy.”

  “Oh that. Maggie is off men, or so Shelby told me. I’m sworn to secrecy, so don’t say anything.” Shane shrugged and drank from his beer. “Oh hell. Looks like I’m going to have to help her out. Those guys don’t look like they’re playing.”

  Mac wanted to get back to Maggie’s issue about not having sex, but Shane was right. “You stay here in case I need someone to bail me out of jail. I’ll handle those guys.”

  Shane stared at him a moment, then nodded. “Yeah. Just flex a few times and they’ll scatter like mice.”

  Mac shot him a not-so-nice grin.

  “And do that. The smile that’s more a grimace. Great intimidation factor, there.”

  In a mood to crack some skulls together, Mac muscled through the crowding bar and reached Maggie in time to hear her telling both guys off.

  “… if you’d even bothered to ask, you’d know I never drink tequila. And I don’t like grabby men. Period.”

  When Maggie grew angry, her voice turned huskier, sexier. It put Mac in mind of satin sheets and naked limbs entangled with his. Unfortunately, her voice seemed to have the same effect on the morons fighting over her. Morons that looked somehow familiar.

  The redhead poked the dark-haired guy in the belly. Both appeared of equal weight and height, yet neither had the same mass or musculature as Mac. Of the two, the dark-haired man looked meaner, so Mac kept an eye on him.

  Maggie turned to the redhead. “Brent, it’s okay—”

  Brent cut her off. “She’s with me, Wilson.”

  “Yeah, right.” Wilson made a face. “Why would she want you when she could have me? I can buy and sell you twice over, and you…what? You own a nice little home in Green Lake and bench press twenty more pounds in the gym? Please.”

  Brent had patience, because he took a deep breath and let it out without slugging the guy. “Wilson, don’t be such a dick. Maggie and I were talking before you interrupted.”

  “Talking? Brent, she was backing away and trying to be polite about it.” Wilson huffed. “Poor thing just doesn’t know how to reject you without hurting your feelings.”

  Mac suddenly realized where he’d seen the men before. They were members of Jameson’s Gym—his uncle’s pride and joy, and his current employer. It should have made him reconsider his need to pound both of them into tomorrow. Brent had been a member for a few months and wasn’t a bad guy, but Wilson was new. He also appeared to be a conceited jerk.

  Maggie opened her mouth, no doubt to say something snarky. She might be little, but she didn’t tolerate fools well at all. Then she spotted Mac and snapped her mouth closed. The fire in her blue eyes went straight to his gut. Damn, she was pretty, especially when riled.

  “Maggie.” He smiled through his teeth.

  “Oh hell.” She groaned.

  “I’m hanging with Shane.” He nodded back to the bar. “He sent me down here to get you. Said he wants to talk to you.” A good enough excuse to pry her away without stirring too much trouble. Mac might be in the mood for a fight, but he didn’t relish his uncle riding his ass for screwing with paying customers.

  Wilson frowned at him, showing no recognition. “Hey, asshole. I’m busy with the lady. Why don’t you go shoot up some more steroids while me and my friend handle this?”

  Mac wanted to be a better man and not react to the insult, but the Marine within, even two years retired, refused to back away from a fight. Especially since numnuts didn’t know better than to insult Mac.

  “Hell.” Brent sighed. “Hey, Mac. Maggie, it was nice talking to you. I’ll catch you later.” He turned and walked away.

  Which left Wilson sneering. “He might be scared of you, but I’m not.”

  “Clearly.” Mac glanced at Maggie. “You okay? I mean, I wouldn’t want to come between you and your newest conquest.” As soon as he said it, he wanted to smack himself. For some reason, around this particular woman, he couldn’t hold his tongue. The charm he’d been famous for, that had gotten him laid like nobody’s business, vanished when in her presence.

  “You’re as big a jerk as he is.” Maggie thumbed her displeasure at Wilson.

  “Excuse me?” Wilson turned to her and put a hand on her shoulder. “I know you didn’t just call me a jerk—”

  Mac didn’t think. The minute the bast
ard put his hand on Maggie, Mac reacted. He took hold of the offending hand on Maggie’s shoulder and put Wilson into a wristlock in seconds, forcing the man to his knees.

  While Wilson howled in pain and the crowd standing around them suddenly drew back, Mac wondered how far to punish him.

  “Jameson, it’s okay.” Maggie put a hand on his arm. As usual, the contact seared him. “He wasn’t bothering me. Well, he was, but it’s fine now. I’m sure Wilson just wants to put tonight behind him.”

  “You got that right, bitch,” Wilson muttered.

  “Who you calling a bitch, fuckhead?” Mac let his wrist go and grabbed him by the throat. “Apologize to the lady before I crush you.”

  Wilson choked. A few people nearby who’d heard the insult cheered Mac’s efforts, while the chatter around them grew more excited.

  Maggie tugged at Mac’s arm. “Cut it out. The bouncers are coming over. You’ll get in trouble.”

  She sounded like she cared. He hated that his heart raced because she might.

  “Sure thing, sweetcakes.” He smiled at her sudden glare. “I’ll let him go just as soon as dickhead here apologizes.”

  “Then maybe you should give him air so he can breathe.” She took her hand from him and crossed her arms over her full breasts, clearly outlined in a pretty blue sweater that clung to her curves.

  Man, he wanted to see if her sweater was as soft as it looked, and more, if those breasts were a true handful. Mac had big hands, and Maggie had a build that promised to fulfill all his dreams.

  Her eyes narrowed when she saw the direction of his gaze.

  “Uh, Mac, you need to let him go,” Shane said from just behind him. “He’s turning purple.”

  Mac loosened his grip. “Everyone’s a critic. Well, Wilson? We’re waiting.”

  Wilson drew in huge breaths of air and stuttered a half-assed apology.

  “Great. He’s sorry. Now let him go,” Maggie ordered.

  Mac released Wilson and stepped back, putting himself between the guy and Maggie. “Time to go, friend.”

  The bouncers arrived. The bigger of the two, who might have proven a true threat if it came down to a fight, grinned at Mac. “Surprise, surprise. You causing problems again, Jameson?”

  Mac smiled back at Jonas, a fellow weight-lifter he occasionally worked out with from the gym. “Nah. Dickhead here must have had too much to drink. He was getting a little grabby with Maggie, but I think he decided he’s done for the night.”

  Wilson rubbed his throat and nodded. He glared up at Mac but didn’t say a word.

  “Good to know.” Jonas latched onto Wilson’s arm. “Let me help you out. Bill, let’s escort Mr. Dickhead to the door.” Bill and Jonas walked Wilson out.

  Pleased to have dealt with the guy without knocking out all his teeth, Mac turned to Maggie, prepared to receive her gratitude.

  Instead, she knocked him in the chest. “What are you doing?”

  Even in the dim light of the bar, he saw her flush. Man, he hated that she looked even better when embarrassed. As usual, his imagination prodded him to wonder if she looked that pink all over when she blushed.

  Shane’s chuckle turned to a cough when Maggie included him in her scowl.

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” Mac replied, overly polite. “Was I supposed to let him feel you up, then drag you back to his place for some fun? You looking to get bent over for a good hard fu—”

  She clapped a hand over his mouth. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

  “I’m telling Shelby about this later.” Shane sounded way too amused.

  Maggie threatened, “You do and I’m telling her you were flirting with those girls at the bar. Yeah, I saw you.”

  “I was not.” Shane didn’t sound so pleased now.

  Mac licked the fingers over his mouth, wanting to lick a helluva lot more than that. Man, he loved it when she turned mean.

  Maggie whipped her hand away, looking so appealing he had half a mind to throw her over his shoulder and take her somewhere private for the rest of the night. Hell, make that, the rest of the month.

  “You are such a Neanderthal.”

  “Flatterer.” Mac winked.

  She sighed. “I didn’t need your help. I was talking to Brent when that jerk Wilson showed up. I recognized them from the gym, so I didn’t think anything about it. They would have walked away if you hadn’t—”

  “Bent his hand back like a pretzel?” he offered. “Showed him how to behave around women?”

  “Stuck your big fat head where it didn’t belong.” She seethed. Her blond hair fluttered like a halo around her face when she shook her head. “I know you thought you were helping, but I had it all under control.”

  “Yeah? How? By playing the part of a bone between two hungry dogs? Brent’s not so bad, but Wilson is definitely an asshole.”

  She blew out a breath. “Well, yeah. But you didn’t have to be so—”

  “Forceful? Manly? Impressive?”

  “Intrusive. Domineering. Aggressive,” she countered.

  “Don’t forget obnoxious and brutal,” Shane had to add.

  Mac flipped him the finger, which only made his best friend laugh.

  Maggie groaned. “Is it too much to ask that I have a relaxing night away from Jameson’s Gym? Just one.”

  She had been putting a lot of hours in at work, but only because so many patrons wanted to take her class. Ever since Maggie had started working for him four months ago, she’d steadily grown her aerobics following from one class once a week to two classes five days a week. And people wanted more.

  “Sorry, baby. Want me to rub your shoulders to relax you?” Before she could protest, he put his hands on her, the way he’d been wanting to since he’d seen her appear in the bar. He kept his touch firm but not punishing, and her moan turned him instantly hard.

  “Get off me, and don’t call me baby.” Yet she made no move to leave his touch.

  “Why not see Shelby for a massage? You look tense,” Shane noted.

  Mac could vouch for Shane’s girlfriend. Shelby continued to work on his knee, and her deep tissue work had actually improved his flexibility. “Yeah, Shelby would help if you asked.”

  “I’m fine. I know Shelby would help if I asked. I’m her best friend, remember?” Maggie tugged her shoulder away, and Mac grudgingly let her go.

  Man, I need to get laid. Any more time near Maggie Doran and I might explode. He shoved his hands in his pockets and tried to concentrate on willing away his erection. “Hey, if this is because I’m working you too hard, I can always cut back on your hours.” He liked her around, but he didn’t want to work her to death.

  “No. Actually, I need the workouts, and the extra money helps.” She rolled her shoulders. “But that wasn’t bad, Jameson.”

  She never called him Mac, and that distance bothered him. “No problem, Doran.”

  “You’re good. You should think about going into massage therapy. Especially given your wonderful way with people.”

  Shane snorted. “Yeah, like he could really give Shelby a run for her money.”

  “Ha ha.” Mac sneered at Shane before turning his attention back to Maggie. “Don’t worry, sweetcakes. I’m not giving up my day job.”

  “About that,” Shane said. “So is your uncle really quitting the gym and leaving it all you or what? He’s been saying that for two years.”

  “Who the hell knows? Ian Jameson is as big a pain in my ass as you are.”

  “I strive to please.”

  Maggie snickered and said to Shane, “You are a pain, but a cute one. I’ve never seen Shelby happier than she’s been with you.”

  Shelby—Maggie’s best friend. Yet another reason Mac should end his fascination with the woman. Bad enough Maggie worked for him. She was also best friends with Shane’s girlfriend. Too many close ties would turn their relationship to shit when a fling between them ended.

  No fling. No relationship. No sex. The woman is trouble. How sad he had to r
emind himself of that fact daily.

  Mac tuned back in to the conversation and heard something about a Christmas party. Feeling less than celebratory after realizing he’d spend another lonely night without female companionship, he got up to order another beer.

  The women at the end of the bar waved at him. He nodded back but made no move to engage. Since the day he’d first laid eyes on her, Mac’s desire burned for one woman and one woman only.

  Freakin’ Maggie Doran.

  He was doomed.

  Chapter Two

  Maggie spent the next week doing her best to avoid Mac. For the past four and a half months, she’d been on a no-man diet. Though celibacy wasn’t fun, it also wasn’t as annoying as the many losers she seemed to attract. Except her boss had been keeping her awake at night. Fantasies about the man tempted her to cave in to her desires and try him on for size. Talk about a colossal mistake.

  In an effort to stop thinking about him and return to her fun-loving self, she’d arranged a date with her best friend. Tonight, she finally had Shelby to herself again. Though Maggie loved that her friend was finally dating a decent guy, she missed their Friday night movies.

  She smiled at Shelby over Shelby’s kitchen counter, bemused to see her friend so carefree and happy. “Shane is good for you.”

  Shelby’s brown eyes glowed with humor. “I thought we were doing a girls’ night. No boys or boy-talk allowed.”

  “Right.”

  “Yet you bring up he-who-must-not-be-named.” Shelby’s grin turned sly. “Oh wait, that’s not Shane. That’s studly Mac Jameson, your secret crush.”

  Maggie made a face.

  “Oh yeah. I’ve seen the way you look at him. The same way he looks at you. You like him.”

  “Girls’ night. Quit breaking the rules.” Maggie reached for her margarita and took a sip. “Oh man, I needed that.”

  “You need more than a drink, I’m thinking. You poor born-again virgin. Go out and get laid, isn’t that what you told me before? You know, when I was all pathetic and sad?”