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cheer. “You said you were joining me this morning and made me promise last night at dinner to get you up. So haul your ass out of bed, Dr. Baker! I’ll be there in ten minutes and you had better be ready!”
     
    “I’ll meet you there.”
     
    “Uh-uh. Ten minutes. You had better be ready or I’ll drag your sorry ass out of the bed myself.”
     
    Ronnie groans again. “Fine. Ten minutes.” She drops the headset back on the cradle before yawning and stretching. No reason to bathe if she is just going to get sweaty. She swings her feet over the edge of the bed and sits up. What was she thinking last night at dinner? After a moment contemplating what she has done, she gets up and slips into a pair of jean and the loosest shirt she has. She obviously hasn’t thought this through. She doesn’t even have any workout clothes!
     
    Ryker stands before her door, eyeing his watch. Precisely ten minutes after hanging up the phone he raps sharply on the Ronnie’s door. He had enjoyed himself immensely at dinner last night and had badly wanted to kiss her when dropping her off at her room. More than that grateful peck on the lips she had given him anyway.
     
    He had refrained because he suspects that she is in a long term relationship from some of the comments she made. Nevertheless, he has been looking forward to this morning since dropping her off at her room last night.
     
    Ronnie opens the door, looking half asleep. “Good morning, sunshine!” Ryker cries with exaggerated good cheer.
     
    “When was the last time someone told you to go fuck yourself?” Ronnie mutters, stepping into the hall.
     
    Ryker laughs. “Now what kind of attitude is that?”
     
    “This is my ‘it’s too damn early in the morning’ attitude. Come on. The sooner started the sooner done.”
     
    “That’s the spirit! But what are you wearing?”
     
    “I didn’t have anything else.”
     
    “Hmmm…I was going to start you on legs, but not in jeans,” he says, before plucking at her shirt, checking its fit. “Looks like we are doing upper body today.”
     
    “Swell…” Ronnie mutters as they trudge down the hall.
     
    “While I’m out chasing bad guys, why don’t you have one of the embassy staff take you out shopping. Get something decent to work out in. You won’t like working out in jeans. Even this morning. Trust me.”
     
    “You’re right. Let’s call this off until tomorrow,” she yawns.
     
    “Oh no! You’re not getting out of it that easy,” he chuckles as he pushes the door to the gym open.
     
    As they step into the gym, Ryker can feel a stirring in his manhood at the thought of being alone in the gym with a hot and sweaty Ronnie, but he shoves the thought away before it causes him to embarrass himself.
     
    “Okay…today we are going to work on your arms, chest, back, shoulders and tummy. We’re going to start out slow and easy. Don’t overdo. If the weight is too heavy, tell me and we will lighten it up. I will know if it is too light. We’re going to start you out light and I want you to do fifteen reps. Then we will wait one minute…then I want you to do fifteen more. Okay?”
     
    “A rep is…?”
     
    Ryker flexes his arms up and down like he is curling a weight, counting off each time he does. “You will do fifteen, then rest, then do fifteen more. Then we will switch and I will do my reps.”
     
    “You’ll do fifteen too?”
     
    “No. I will probably only do eight or nine. But I will be pushing a lot more weight. You don’t want to get bulky do you?”
     
    “No.”
     
    “I didn’t think so. So you will do lighter weight but more reps for tone. May I?” Ryker asks, reaching for her buttons, but stopping before touching.
     
    “Sure,” Ronnie replies, trying to keep her tone even and nonchalant.
     
    He undoes another button, pauses, then one more, gapping her shirt open then pulling on it again to adjust the fit. “To give you room to move.”
     
    She swallows hard, hoping