Chapter 115. Milf: My Young Personal Trainer: pt. 2

I stared at my phone one last time before hitting send on the payment. Four hundred dollars were gone in a blink, but my finger didn’t hesitate. This was for me. Strength. Confidence. A new start.

The first session was scheduled for Monday morning, before the kids woke up for school. I dropped them at the sitter’s, heart pounding the whole drive to the gym. I’d chosen workout clothes carefully—black leggings that hugged my hips and thighs, a loose tank top that dipped just low enough to show the curve of my cleavage. Nothing flashy, but I felt… noticed. Sexy, even. It had been years since I’d felt that.

When I walked in, he was already there. Ethan. Twenty-one, lean muscle packed tight under a fitted gray T-shirt, dark hair tied back in a small bun, dimples flashing as he smiled and extended his hand.

”Elena? I’m Ethan. Ready to work?”

His grip was warm, firm, lingering a second longer than professional. My stomach flipped. Up close, he smelled like clean soa