Chapter 151

“Show me what the Reid family money bought you.” Elias says with a wink.

I get in position. I am a professional. I am in complete control of all of my faculties and the fact that he is standing across from me without a shirt in excellent lighting is entirely irrelevant to the task at hand, which is hitting him, which I am going to do.

We go again. He is faster without the shirt, or maybe I am slower, or maybe I am fractionally less focused than I was two minutes ago. Every time I get close, the sight of his bare chest and the way his muscles ripple when he moves makes my focus falter and he uses it to his advantage, closing the distance between us. I swing for his jaw, but he deflects the hit and twists me around in one swift motion.

“Distracted for some reason?” he asks, his breath warm against my cheek.

“Shut up,” I mutter, pushing off him and readying for another hit.

He catches my wrist midair and pulls, spinning me so my back is against his ches