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“You’ve got to be shitting me. I’ve been told, on more than one occasion, that I’d have more dates and men if I lost some weight. Did you see the ass I have?”
    “Yes, I did. It’s a great ass. If women said this, it is because they are jealous. If men said that, it is because they are children. A man wants a woman, not some skinny girl built like a teenage boy.”
    She’d never heard a guy say that. Ever. She was at a loss as to how to respond.
    “When I’m with a woman, I want a bottom and body that pillows my large frame, a body that I can squeeze and plump in my hands. I like generous ass to pinch or paddle.” His right hand swiped the air like it was smacking a buttock. “Your body is a dream. You have some areas that need to be firmed up a little, but I don’t recommend losing more than ten pounds. Your frame isn’t made to be slight or petite.”
    “I hate hearing that! I’ve always wanted to be thin. If I lose thirty pounds, I’ll be thin.” A hint of a whine crept into her voice. “I used to be that small.”
    “When you were a young girl. Obviously, you are a woman now. Women have mature bodies which should match their mature personality, yes?”
    “I guess. We’ll see what happens. With clean, healthy eating and exercise, I may lose that amount of weight anyway, right?” She so wanted him to agree with her. She needed to prove to Derek — and herself — that her body could be young and svelte again. Hearing that she had a ‘mature’ body didn’t make her feel any better about her situation.
    “No, Lena. Not under my care and guidance. You won’t get to an unhealthy weight. I won’t allow it. If you want to be at an unhealthy weight, you’ll need to find another fitness chef. I’m not your man for that.”
    “ Caroline . You’ll call me Caroline. No, I want you. I’ve checked into your reputation and references. You’re who I want to employ, Max.” She felt resigned to the ignominious fate of possessing an ass that ate her shorts for the rest of her life, and breasts that fell out of shirts. Maybe firming up would help the situation somewhat?
    “Oh, no. The name is Maxim. I am not Max.” He wagged a finger at her. “All right, Caroline, we will sign all the papers, and tonight we’ll do your measurements and weight so we can watch your progress. Are you having me cook you dinner tonight?”
    “Oh, would you be able to?” She had planned on taking him to a restaurant later that evening. This would be a pleasant surprise.
    “Definitely. I’ll see what you have in your cupboards and refrigerator and I’ll whip something up for you.” He stood slowly and gracefully from the sofa, buttoning his suit coat. His massive hand engulfed hers as he shook it.
    Whip.
    She’d love to see that large hand with a whip in it. What a delicious thought.
    “Sounds like a deal. Let me get Jason to bring the car around, and we’ll go to the penthouse.” She leaned over her desk, pressing the intercom. “Jason, can you come around, please? We’re ready to go home.”
    “Yes, Ma’am. On my way.” She flicked the intercom off, turning to find Maxim staring at her—and not at her face.
    “Are you staring at my ass?” Her eyebrows flew so high she swore they touched her forehead.
    Seriously?
    He smiled and winked at her, that little dimple showing on his cheek.
    “I’m telling you, Caroleena, your ass is perfect. There’s no need to change it. I was just reassessing my initial opinion.” He brushed past her, leaving her to follow in his wake, the scent of his cologne making her sex throb.
    “It’s Caroline!” she snapped at him.
    He didn’t even turn though, a deep chuckle his only reply as he continued toward the elevator.
    “See you soon, Samantha. You be good girl.” He patted the counter in front of Sammi as he sauntered by her.
    Clearly smitten by him, Samantha flushed and smiled back. “I will, Maxim. I look forward to seeing you too.”
    Lord.
    Somehow, the man had