Free Flamingo Fugitive (Supernatural Bounty Hunters 5) by E A Price Page B

gym didn’t believe in walls, Except for those in and around the locker rooms, the rest of the gym just had windows so that they could see directly into Gabby’s office.  Course they had to shuffle a few other men out of the way who had thought to do the same thing.  They worked for the gym – they got dibs on leering at the new women.
    “Jeez, she could be a model,” said Biff, dreamily, staring at the blonde.  “Don’t you think she could be a model?  Don’t you?  Don’t you think?”  Biff elbowed him a few times, but Stone didn’t reply.  His mouth didn’t appear to be working.  Hell, his brain wasn’t working.  He was too busy staring at the flamingo shifter sitting next to the blonde.

Chapter Twelve
    “I’m sorry, ladies, but this fifty percent off coupon has expired,” said the spandex-clad goddess in front of them. 
    Francine started to stand up as her flamingo sighed in relief.  “Oh well, never mind.  Let’s…”
    “However…”  Gabby smiled disarmingly, and Francine felt her heart sink as her flamingo slipped back into depression.  She was about to suggest they call it quits and go and get a big slice of cake.  No such luck.
    “This coupon was for a six-month membership package only.  If you both sign up for a six-month package with a personal trainer, I’d be willing to honor it.”  Gabby gave them a calculating look, and her eyes shone yellow.  Of course, she was a predator – probably a cat.  It was Francine’s natural instinct to roll over and show her belly.
    “That sounds wonderful!” gushed Felicia.  “Don’t you think that sounds wonderful, Franny?”
    “Well, I…”
    “I’ll take memberships for both of us.”  Felicia flourished a platinum credit card and Gabby almost purred in delight.
    “You don’t have to…” started Francine.  It wasn’t out of a sense of moral objection about not wanting personal charity.  No, in that area she had no scruples, she would take what she could get.  But it was completely due to the fact that she really did not want to do this.
    Felicia waved a graceful hand.  “Nonsense, I insist.  This is going to be so much fun.”
    Francine smiled faintly.  They had different ideas of fun.  Francine found working to be fun – she enjoyed learning new lines, rehearsing and getting to grips with a new role.  Sweating like a pig was not fun.  She lamented that Felicia really needed to get out more.  She rolled her eyes and looked away as Felicia and Gabby went through the contracts.  Fancy having a contract to be put through such physical torture like exercising!  No, she didn’t fancy it - that was the point.
    She looked through the glass wall and let out an ‘eep’ as she found two huge men staring at them.  Or rather one was staring at Felicia as if he’d just spotted an enormous piece of birthday cake, and the other was staring at her with an intense and confused look on his face.
    Gabby and Felicia looked up.  She could almost hear Gabby’s eye-roll.  “Those are two of our trainers.”
    “Ooh,” said Felicia, appreciatively.  Her husband was on the lanky side – as were all flamingo males.  And as much as she loved him she had to enjoy muscles when she could.  And Francine had to admit, they had a lot of them.  “Will they be our trainers?”
    “I could see what their schedules are like,” said Gabby, unenthusiastically.
    “Please do,” cooed Felicia.  She was devoted to her husband, but she wasn’t actually dead.  She knew that her husband sneaked glances at his big-breasted secretary while she batted her eyelashes at the young man who delivered water to their house.  They looked, but it never went any further than that.
    Felicia gave a little finger wave to the men.  Her admirer beamed, but the other still stared at Francine.
    “He’s just staring at me,” she hissed through gritted teeth. 
    Although, she had to admit she wasn’t quite as alarmed as perhaps she should be.