earnestly. âMy favourite era is the Plantagenetâ¦â Fiona stopped and looked embarrassed. âLet me know if Iâm boring you.â
âNo, please continue!â I hoped I didnât sound too enthusiastic.
Fiona prattled on about England in the middle ages for a while. What luck! Things were looking up for Victor. It was as if the gym heavens opened their sweaty orifices and Fiona had come shining through.
Chapter 10
âHave you lost your mind? I canât be seen in a public gymnasium.â Victor was furious the next day when I divulged my plans about meeting Fiona.
âWhy not? Itâs a great idea!â
âHave you forgotten how I threw you in the air when we met?â
âNo, I havenât.â The moment was etched in stone.
âWell donât you think my superhuman strength will be a little suspicious?â Victor asked cynically.
âIâm not asking you to do five hundred push-ups while lifting a hundred and fifty kilos with your pinkie finger. Just control your strength. All you have to do is look the part. Wear some gym shorts or something.â I waved my hands in the general direction of his legs.
Victor stared mutely. I knew he didnât see the humour in the situation. Did he even know where to buy gym shorts?
âLook, thereâs a lady that goes to this gym and she is lovely. I think youâll really like her. This will be the perfect way for introductions.â I felt my voice rise to a whining pitch.
âWill I find her lovely?â Victor asked with eyes narrowing.
âDo you trust me?â I was starting to get annoyed.
âNot especially.â Victor was unhesitant.
âWell then you shouldnât have hired me,â I sulked. âAll Iâm trying to do is my job.â
Victor was silent.
I glared at him. Vampire men were as exasperatingly stubborn as human men. âLook, I know this sounds a little,â I searched for the right word, âunusual, but I canât ask her if she is interested in dating a vampire, okay?â
Victor nodded.
âSo my plan is for you to join this gym, get to know her and see if you like her and then take it from there.â
Victor looked unconvinced. âWhy does it have to be at a gym? What does one do there exactly?â he said the words with a decided frown.
âNot everyone can have a perfect physique like you, oh great one.â I giggled. âWe mere mortals have to sweat it out on cardio machines and dumbbell weights. Listen, I know you will like her. Trust me.â
âWill you be there with me?â Victor asked rather pitifully.
âI can be around sometimes, just to check up on you.â
âAlright, Iâll try anything once.â Victor grimaced.
Mental high-five! Now that he was semi-convinced, it was time to convince him about the gym gear he needed.
***
The next evening, I had a hard time suppressing a chuckle when I walked into my gym and saw a very uncomfortable looking Victor. He was wearing long grey sweat pants and running shoes that looked brand new. This was the first time I had ever seen him in anything other than a suit. His broad shoulders were encased in a baggy T-shirt with âThe Horrorsâ printed across his chest in gothic font. Did he know the band? He probably just bought it for the irony. Even in his baggy clothes, he looked acutely attractive. His dark hair was slicked across his forehead and he was sitting on the floor trying to do a very bad imitation of a sit-up. I pursed my lips as they slid upwards. Victor looked at me with unease and I knew this was possibly his first and last visit to a gym. It was crucial to get this meeting right the first time.
I scanned the gym and spotted Fiona in the cardio area upstairs, pumping away on the cross trainer. She always had a pretty smile on her face, even when she turned beetroot red from effort. She was pleasantly plump and in the months I had seen