Sweet on You (The Wilde Sisters #1) Read Free

Although she often didn’t act it. He’d never admit it, but he actually enjoyed it when Marie tossed an order or two at him. God knows he never had anyone around to dish it out at him growing up.
    Sighing, he measured out flour, sugar, and cocoa powder and the rest of the ingredients he knew by heart, and incorporated them in the mixer. He cleaned up his mess while the cakes baked and after an hour, untied his white apron and tossed it in the laundry bin. Already dressed in running shorts and a t-shirt, Trent thought the three-mile run to the fitness center would help take his mind off Rayne.
    Although in truth, the run actually gave him more time to think about the way her tight black shorts molded to her butt and thighs. His hands itched to be trapped between her bright pink spandex sports bra and what promised to be soft breasts.
    Trent pushed his legs harder and faster, willing Junior to stay low and in control.
     
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    By the third class, Trent had a few of the routines almost down. Granted, he sucked. Sucked big time, but being forced to stare at the sexiest gift God ever created for one hour three days a week wasn’t so bad. He had three more classes next week before he’d be done with this stupid bet. And then he would ask Rayne out.
    He couldn’t date her while taking her class. It felt…weird. After brushing off the unwanted advances of Zoe and her clan, he hung around and helped Rayne pick up stray water bottles while she Swiffered the floor.
    “Thanks for your help. Keep this up and I’ll throw in an extra week for you.”
    “No,” Trent said a little too quickly. “Six classes are enough.”
    “Six? Why only six? I’m not saying you’re not in excellent shape, but you should try sticking with it for a while. It gets easier to follow each time. Promise.”
    Ouch. Okay, so she noticed he sucked. Not a great first impression to make. “No, it’s just that I, uh…” Since when did his mouth struggle to form a cohesive sentence or, hell, a smooth line for a beautiful woman? “I have a pretty busy work schedule coming up and this was something I wanted to try. I committed to six classes and I’m not a quitter. Zumba isn’t my…thing.” He tossed the bottles in a recycling box by the door.
    “Oh yeah?” she said, smiling. “What exactly is your thing? ”
    Was she flirting with him? If so, it would be the first time all week. “Well, for workouts I usually run, rock climb, kayak in the summer, ski in the winter. That sort of thing.”
    “Cool. I’ve never been rock climbing. It’s definitely on my bucket list.”
    “I’ll take you. There are plenty of great spots around here.” Whoa, did I just ask her out?
    “Sure! Great, that would be fun!” Rayne’s ponytail swung as she zipped through the room, dry-mopping the floor.
    If she could be casual, so could he. “Yeah, let me know when you’re free and I’ll arrange it.”
    “Cool.”
    Cool as in I can’t wait to rip your clothes off cool? He wanted to ask her. Trent followed Rayne out the door and toward the front desk, where he was shocked and embarrassed to see Brian.
    “Hey, man. Thought I’d check out the fitness center. See the class you’ve been raving about.” Brian smirked while rocking the baby stroller.
    Trent hadn’t mentioned the class and he definitely hadn’t mentioned which fitness center he went to, or anything about the hot instructor who was currently the subject of Brian’s scrutiny. The beaming smile and knowing expression on his face pissed him off.
    “Pardon my man’s manners. I’m Brian.” He reached out his hand to Rayne, who immediately accepted it and didn’t seem fazed when Brian held on longer than appropriate. Her eyes were focused elsewhere. The baby overshadowed them both.
    “I’m Rayne,” she said with little interest in the men, then squatted down by the stroller. “And who is this beautiful girl?” She stroked the baby’s cheek with her knuckles and seemed to forget about