TAMED: #2 in the Fit Trilogy Read Online Free Page B

for the girl from the expo.
    Nailah clicked on his pictures.
    “Oh my god!” Maura screeched.
    “What?!” Nailah’s eyes darted back and forth across the screen, searching for the source of the shock.
    “That’s what.” Brian pointed at the screen, at a picture of a very nude Armando where he was sporting a very real hard on.
    “Out. Everybody out!”
    “What?” Brian said.
    “I need a minute and you don’t need to be looking at this. Out.”
    “But I need my laptop to work,” Maura said.
    “Here.” Nailah grabbed her wallet and slapped all the cash she had in Maura’s palm. “Go get lunch.”
    “It’s 10:30.”
    “Go to Starbucks! Take Brian. Tell Garai it was my idea. Go.”
    “Come on, Mar. She needs some alone time with that picture.” Nailah’s glare wiped the smirk right off Brian’s face as he ran out the door.
    When she was finally alone, Nailah let out a deep breath. The nudity wasn’t that big of a deal, on its own, but finding this whole other side to the lighthearted man she’d met the day before was a lot to process. She clicked through the whole set of photos, all erotic nudes of Armando displaying different items. A whip, a set of handcuffs, a length of rope. There were more pictures of him at different events.
    She recognized Master Philip and that Grant guy in a handful of them. These guys really knew how to have a good time. And then there were the women. Various women in various states of undress, some in leather, some in lace, some completely nude, over Armando’s knee, on their knees at his feet, trailing a few steps behind him as he led them on a leash.
    Nailah felt herself growing hot all over. The craziest thing she’d ever done was have sex with Kalli in the backseat of his car. She’d never imagined a sex life like the one Armando was deeply engaged in. She knew it was none of her business, but she had to know more about Mr_V724.

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    Something was up with Nailah Shalaby. Not that he knew her really at all, but during their first session she’d been pretty talkative. Gruff and direct, but they talked the whole time. Today, she was acting...weird. She wasn’t talking much and she was pointedly avoiding eye contact with him. She’d admitted to finding him attractive, but insisted in almost the same breath that she’d be able to put that attraction aside so they could work together.
    Their first session had gone perfectly well. His own raging attraction to Nailah aside, he thought she was a great client. He’d looked her up before he’d even called her, as was the unofficial protocol with all referrals. It seemed like something he specifically had to do this time, especially from the way Master Philip presented the situation to him. Her page was easy to find on Facebook. Her interior design company popped up after a quick Google search. Digging up information on her proved to be a good idea. It prepared him for just how hot she was.
    Nailah Shalaby was a damn goddess. She was nearly a foot shorter than him, petite in some ways, but she was thick with perfectly shaped legs and an amazing ass. He was a little shocked when she said she wanted to “work on it”, but he kept his opinion out of the conversation. She had beautiful caramel-brown eyes and these kissable pink lips, but she was off limits and all business, so that made his job much easier. Or at least it had, before she stopped speaking to him.
    During their first session, she joked a little here and there. Complained just enough as he added weights, but stuck it out and pushed through to the end. She even thanked him for pushing her before she took off. Now? He wondered if something had happened. Was she having a terrible day or was she angrier about his knowledge of her relationship with Kalli than she’d initially let on? Did he smell? Finally, he just asked.
    “How are you doing today? You’re a little quiet.”
    Nailah nodded, but still kept her gaze toward the floor as she completed another curl.