Chapter 5 Life ain't easy with Noah Stewart

• Blowing out a breath, Elsa decided to stare out of the window rather than talk to the insufferable guy beside her.
• Just because the whole school thought he was a god, didn’t mean that she had to think it.
• He put on the radio and started nodding his head to some kind of heavy metal music, which only made her head hurt.
• Thirty minutes later they were pulling up into his driveway, which was a large one, similar to hers. They lived three streets from each other, not far to walk.
• She could have dropped her car off at home, and then walked.
• Oh well, they were here now.
• “Come on.”
• She followed him into his home, hiking her bag onto her shoulder.
• “Both of your parents work?” she queried
• “Yep. My dad is a plastic surgeon, and my mother is a model.”
• “You’re playing ball?” she looked confused
• “My dad is cool. He wants me to pursue my own dreams, and no, he’s not the kind of guy that grabs a pen, and starts marking where he wants to cut.”
• “I’ll keep that in mind.” she nodded
• “Let’s go on up.”
• Elsa didn’t exactly have a choice. She followed him up to his room, and even his space had equipment inside to work out. Didn’t this guy know how to do anything else?
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• “You want me to do what?” Elsa asked.
• Noah placed her bag in the corner and turned toward her.
• “I want you take your shirt off so I can get some proper measurements.”
• He grabbed the scales, his notebook, and his tape measure designed for the body, and waited.
• “You’re crazy. I’m not doing that.” she fired, feeling uncomfortable
• “We need to start a record, or a diary,” he said. This was the usual process for anyone about to lose weight.
• “How about we go by just looks, or dress size? I tell you when something is loose?”
• He shook his head. “That’s not how this works.”
• “I don’t care. I’m not getting on them, and I’m not letting you use some tape on me either.”
• She folded her arms, and Noah saw the vulnerability in her eyes.
• “Look, this is going to be between us. I won’t tell anyone at school. It’ll be personal to us, to keep track.”
• Elsa nibbled her lip. “I’m not sure about this.”
• “You’ve got to start somewhere, and I’m not going to be able to use this as an example for college if I don’t show the proper procedures.”
• “Writing it down?”
• “Writing it down, keeping a record, and making sure it’s all done properly.”
• She sighed. “You promise this won’t go anywhere else?”
• “It won’t go anywhere.”
• “Do you promise?”
• “Yes, I promise. Now, are you going to allow me to do this?”
• She nodded. “Close your eyes.”
• “I’ve got to be able to see. Are you wearing a sports bra?”
• “Yes.”
• “Then we’re fine. Sports bras are as unflattering as they come.”
• “I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.” She kept on repeating those words as she lifted up her shirt.
• Her stomach was rounded, and her tits were squashed into a dark black sports bra.
• Noah had seen a lot of action in his life, even though he was only eighteen.
• There were a lot of girls who liked to fool around with him, not to mention women he’d picked up at random places.
• He was a guy. He liked to have sex, and not one of those women had ever gotten him this interested.
• His cock started to swell, and he gritted his teeth, getting focused on the now.
• Thinking of his grandma, he stepped toward Elsa.
• “Lift your arms out.”
• She did as he asked, and her cheeks were the color of a real ripe strawberry.
• “Everything is okay,” he said.
• “Speak for yourself. You’re not half naked.”
• He tutted. “Will this make you feel better?”
• He tugged his own shirt off so that he was as naked as she was.
• “Not really.”
• Noah chuckled. “I’m doing my best to make you feel comfortable.”
• “How can that happen when you’ve got that wicked thing in your hand? Also, I don’t want to know what it says. Don’t read it out, okay?”
• “Fine. May I do this now, or do you have another list of instructions for me?”
• She pursed her lips, tilting her head to the side. “Nope, we’re good.”
• “Come on, stop being a big baby.”
• “I don’t have to remove my pants, do I?”
• “No.” He wouldn’t mind if she wanted to, and for most fitness instructors they might ask her to.
• “Cool. I can handle that I guess.”
• Reaching around her, he pressed the tape against her skin, and she jumped. The backs of his fingers touched her as well. He noted how soft her skin was.
• “What are you doing? You’re touching me.”
• “Not intentional, baby. I’ve got to take your measurements.”
• “Don’t call me baby.”
• “Why not?”
• “I don’t like it.”
• “No wonder you don’t have a boyfriend. You don’t like being touched, or being called baby. What exactly do you like?”
• “Being left alone and not called baby.”
• “It’s my nickname for you. You’re being a big baby, and so that’s what I’ll call you … baby.”
• She sighed, and he waited. “May I finish now that I’ve started?”
• “I’m waiting.”
• “Pain in the fvcking arse.” he cursed jokingly
• “Shut it, jock.” she retorted
• “Nerd.”
• “Dumb arse.”
• “Spoilt brat.”
• “Shut up,” she yelled
• “I won.”
• “Ugh! Just do it already.”
• “Wow, baby, you really like to get down and dirty, don’t you?”
• She shot him a glare, but he silenced her with his words. “You’re no fun, and I can say you’re going to struggle through the whole of this.”
• “Fine, fine, fine. Do it.”
• He took the measurements for her waist and hips, making a note of them. Next he moved up to below her breasts, and she tensed.
• “Be careful.”
• “I’m not fondling your tits,” he said.
• “You’re crude.”
• “Hey, you’re the one that went off halfcocked on losing weight. I’m helping you out here.”
• “So, I’m helping you as well.”
• “You’re being a huge pain in my arse.” He stared into her pretty brown eyes.
• “I’m being nice here. Stop being a bitvh. I’ve heard you’re supposed to actually be nice. We’re both out of our comfort zone here, but you don’t see me being a jerk. The least you can do is give me some damn credit!”