Gym Daddy

Gym DaddyAn Age Gap RomanceK.E. Monteith Contents Title PageCopyrightDedicationContent warningsChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter SixChapter SevenChapter EightChapter NineChapter TenChapter ElevenChapter TwelveChapter ThirteenChapter FourteenChapter FifteenChapter SixteenChapter SeventeenChapter EighteenChapter NineteenChapter TwentyChapter Twenty-oneChapter Twenty-twoAbout the authorBooks By This Author Copyright © 2023 K.E. MonteithAll rights reservedThe characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.ASIN: B0C1LRCD8QISBN: 9798393474683Cover design by: K.E. Monteith; Image from: CanvaPrinted in the United States of America If you recognize me from the gym, no you don't Content warningsPlease note, this book contains sexually explicit scenes not suitable for children. Chapter One“Sir, we’ve got a problem.” Rick poked his head into my office, a grimace wrinkling his young face. Great. Just what I needed, another problem.“What is it this time?” I groaned, trying to massage away the worry lines. My gym had been open for two years now and it was still problem after problem. Things should have evened out by now and frankly, I was getting too old for this shit.“Jesse called out sick and her Pilates class starts in a couple of minutes.” Rick was already sinking out of view, avoiding the question already forming on my lips. But it didn’t matter, because I knew the answer. He couldn’t cover Pilates because he had a strength training class at the same time. And since pilates started in literally a couple minutes, there wasn’t time to call around to find a replacement. And the only other folks here capable of teaching the class was … me. And the last time I taught a Pilates class was when the gym first opened.Fuck.I shuffled through the bottom drawer of my desk and pulled out a basic Pilates class schedule. The instructors might have poked fun at me for having them make sub plans like school teachers, but I was right to have them put in the extra work. It saved us from the negative reviews of a class canceled right before it was scheduled to start.Now the only problem was if I could remember how to do half of the positions listed in Jesse’s plan.Fuck.I rushed to the studio, opening the door to roughly a dozen students, all seated on their mats, pilates balls at their sides. They looked at me, brows raised, heads tilted. I knew most of the attendants, either from events or from when I still covered personal training and classes when the gym first open.And then I saw the girl in the back. Dark hair, sharp blue eyes, and a band shirt that had been cut and tied in the back. I’d never spoken to her, but she’d caught my eye more times than I’d like to admit, always walking straight past my office and to the studio. I shouldn’t be looking, she had to be at least 20 years younger than me and she was a customer. And right now I should be focused on class, not wondering if I’d be able to sneak a look at her ass.Except that was exactly what I was doing.Fuck, it was going to be a long class.“Hello everyone, I’m Lucas. Jesse is out sick, so I’ll be covering this class tonight.”That was, without a doubt, the worst Pilates class I’ve ever taken. And I’ve taken a class where I was the only attendant and the instructor decided that meant they should sit a foot in front of me and cheer me own after every move.As was my suspicion for most men, this Lucas dude was only good to look at. Salt and pepper hair, broad shoulders, and a full face of scruff that I was having inappropriate thoughts about because that was the only thing kept me going through the five-minute plank he had us hold. Five minutes! Jesse only did a minute for a good reason. Planks fucking suck.And when class was finally done, I was left with unappealing wet spots at my back and under my arms, something that never happened during during the normally low impact exercise. Then the man had the gall to ask people’s opinions on how class went.Instead of engaging in conversation and spewing my valid criticism, I went straight out the door and to the bench and cubbies just outside the door. The wall was glass, so now I could see, but not hear, the hot Gym Daddy. Just the way God meant.“You enjoy class, dear?”I looked over to see Judy, an older woman who somehow seemed to come to every class offered and was always using heavier weights than me. Was I upset that this 80-year-old woman was somehow more fit than my 27-year young ass? No. However, I was insanely jealous. I may have picked this gym because it was an AARP gym and I had the joint issues of a card-carrying member, but I hadn’t expected the older gym members to show me up so hard.“Class was …” I slipped on my Crocs as I tried to come up with a word that didn’t seem rude. Even if the criticism wasn’t directed at Judy, I didn’t want the sweet old woman to hear my negativity, of which there was a lot. “Challenging.”“Oh, that’s for sure. Poor man probably hasn’t taught Pilates in years.” Judy laughed, the sound soft and sweet. She was exactly the kind of woman I imagined a grandmother should be. Any second now she was going to pull out a snack from her bag and offer me some.“Judy.” We both looked up to Lucas, who’d just stepped out of the studio, followed by the few stranglers who headed straight for the locker rooms. Lucas looked at Judy, nodded, then looked at me. I got the feeling he wanted me to introduce myself, but I