Free Bad Boy's Honor: An MMA Bad Boy Romance by Jessica Ashe Page B

urge to roll my eyes. Of all the moves I’d taught so far, the throw was the one thing all the women apparently struggled with and wanted a personal demonstration.  
    “Sure, sweetie,” I replied, feigning enthusiasm.
    At some point, the women would figure out that I referred to them affectionately to avoid learning their actual names, but for the moment they found it endearing.  
    I stood opposite Blondie with the soft padded mat behind me. Blondie came at me as we’d rehearsed. I used her momentum to fling her up into the air and over my shoulder, bringing her down onto the mat as gently as I could.  
    I landed on top of her, my large arms either side of her thin body, making her look frail and delicate in comparison. She panted heavily, but let it sound more orgasmic than was natural. Her tiny breasts heaved under her skin tight top as she did her best to look irresistible. I wasn’t in the mood.
    I wanted to wrap today’s class up as quickly as possible. During the class, I’d seen Duke and Nora having a rather intense conversation. At one point, Duke had looked quite upset. I knew what had happened.  
    Duke didn’t want to admit it, but he’d grown rather close to Nora this last week, but now she’d had enough. She’d done her bit hanging around with the poor people and now she wanted to go back to her more comfortable life. Can’t say I blamed her.
    Blondie was quite content to lay under me all day, so I stood up and dragged her to her feet.  
    “Thank you, Riker,” she said cheerfully. She paused, no doubt hoping I would offer further lessons or see if she was free to go for a drink. When I stayed silent, she gave a disappointed smile and headed in the direction of the locker rooms.
    Once the final few stragglers had dispersed, Duke made a beeline right for me. I thought the conversation with Nora had upset him, but now he looked excited. It took a lot to get Duke excited.
    “I’ve got good news,” Duke said as he approached with a spring in his step. When a man of Duke’s size had a spring in his step, you tended to know about it.
    “Good news for me, or good news for you?” I asked. “I’ve noticed it’s rarely both.”
    “Well you should buy a lottery ticket, because today’s one of those rare days. I’m cutting down on the number of these group classes you need to teach.”
    “You are? That is good news.”  
    “Yeah, I’ve seen you over here struggling to teach those ladies how to fight when all they want to do is wrestle with you in bed. It can’t be much fun.”
    I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not, but it didn’t matter. The classes were consuming far too much of my time. Each class was an hour long, plus the half an hour or so I had to spend getting rid of the women at the end. Then there was planning and setup time. That added a good few hours a week. That was all time I could be using to train for the big fight.
    “What’s the catch?” I asked. “You’re making money from these classes. Why would you give that up?”  
    “Because I care about my best fighter,” Duke replied. There was definitely a catch. I could sense it coming. “And I’ve found something else for you to do in your spare time.”
    There it is.
    “What spare time? I hardly sat around on my ass all day.”
    “The time you’ll have instead of teaching the group classes.”
    “Okay, fine, what is it you want me to do?”
    I was genuinely curious at this point. Once word had gotten around, the classes had filled up quickly. We had a waiting list and Duke had already jacked up the price once. He was making bank off these lessons. Why would he be so quick to give that up?
    “I want you to give one-on-one training.”
    “So instead of teaching people how to fight, you want me to teach people how to fight? What a great deal.”
    “Don’t be sarcastic, Riker. It doesn’t suit you. Trust me, you’re going to love this. Just think how much more satisfying it will be to impart