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Love In Control – Chapter I – Savannah (Part 1)
The dull ache in Rian’s left hip indicated this chick’s trainer was probably right. Ok…. they were on to something here.
“You’re right. I wasn’t feeling too hot just then. But didn’t realize it. Not saying that your trainer is entirely right, though,” Rian muttered and then paused to swipe her finger quickly over her forehead to wipe the sweat that had gathered there, and had threatened to spill past her eyebrows and splash on her eyelids. “Oh, fine … okay, he’s right.”
The woman cracked another small smile and took a swig of water from her water bottle. “I wouldn’t have known, don’t worry. They’re trained to know those things. We’re not.”
The woman gently laid her water bottle on the floor, crossed one ankle over the other, and then bent gracefully from her waist to touch the floor. Rian heard a muffled voice say, “by the way, I don’t know if you know this – you were really loud when you were running.”
“Loud runner?” Rian’s heated cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink in embarrassment.
“Yeah … you know, like one of those people you see occasionally in a gym? They pound on the machine … sounds like thunder or something like thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!”
“Wha-a-a-t-t-?’ Further embarrassed.
“Don’t worry about it,” the woman stood up straight, waved her hand off dismissively, and swallowed again from her water bottle. “I think it was just the two of us in here.” She paused. “Oh wait! Come to think of it, there was just one other dude in here earlier, for a short while, and he was lifting out there in the free weights area, where I was lifting also, not paying attention to anything really. He must have had the volume of his tunes turned way up.”
The five minutes were up. Rian let the moving surface of the treadmill carry her to the edge of the machine, and then stepped off.
She nodded her thanks at the woman as she accepted the fresh water bottle that the woman had fetched for her from one of the side tables. As she broke the seal of the water bottle, Rian introduced herself, “I’m Rian, by the way.”
“Aerin.”
Aerin crossed the other ankle over the one she’d stretched out earlier, and bent over again, to graze the floor with her fingertips once more.
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Loved the start of another story with these characters. Thanks
Wow! I loved it!
This statement of Bette and Tina was at the end
of chapter was pure poetry.
The entire constellation.
No way, you are back!
I am very happy to read your story and i truly love it!
B&T, god , still so much in love.
I am looking forward to the next update!
Where to start Skydancer……..? You’ve taken us on some wonderful journeys, introducing us to your alluring cast of characters. In addition to your version of Bette and Tina (which I absolutely adore), you’ve let us have a front row seat into the lives of Aerin, Harley, Jade, and Rian, each deep, rich characters in their own right. Now you’ve started us on this new, exciting journey with your ensemble cast, that will hopefully end with each in control of their loves and their destinies.
I hope that when Rian finds that switch to her spotty memories, she’s ready for the consequences. Like the saying goes, “Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.”
By the way, my mind is in overdrive with Bette at a golf course resort. Please make Bette, as she is in every other facet of her life, an excellent golfer with a low handicap. The differing sets of tees and handicap system combine to make the game an even playing field no matter the player or the location. In my opinion, there’s nothing sexier than a woman who can conquer a traditional man’s game and put a cocky man in his place. Oh, and tight golf capris won’t hurt either….just sayin’.
I’ll be sure to grab the popcorn and a nice glass of Pinot Noir before reading your next chapter. Anxiously awaiting.