Free Parker (Rich & Single #2) by Lexy Timms

because we didn't have the funds to set up our own space. Back then, people didn't always believe me when I said that I could make anyone fit. But then they watched us, and saw that we were serious about our business, and that I was serious about my slogan. We can make anyone fit, and now I'm going to prove it.” He shifted slightly and narrowed his gaze just enough to send a look that was serious and sexy at the same time. “Jennifer Leandra, you called me out. Well, I'm accepting your challenge.”
    He grinned, wide and friendly, not at all like the sharp smile that Jennifer had given the camera in her own video. “I can get anyone fit. Can you?”
    He leaned back against his hands, and the director called cut.
    “Okay, Parker. That was... really not bad, actually. You want to run another take?”
    Parker shook his head. “Nope. I think we got what I needed to say, and I've got an appointment in twenty minutes that I've got to head out for. Thank you for your time.”
    He got up, and moved past their little huddle and out into the main part of the gym. That had been surprisingly painless. Of course, that probably had something to do with the fact that he hadn't had to memorize a script. He waved to one of the trainers just coming in, and stepped through into his office to get his things for the next appointment.
    By tomorrow, half the country would likely know that he had taken Jennifer Leandra's challenge, and that was likely to get a little messy. That stuff he’d said to the woman interviewing him for Rich & Single about the city being too noisy for him was probably going to be twice as true pretty fast. So for today, he was just going to spend one more afternoon enjoying the quiet of his usual routine.
    Tomorrow, he’d worry about the rest.
     
     
     
     

Chapter 7
     
    The sound of a chair sliding out close enough to be heard over the noise of conversation from the surrounding tables pulled Parker out of the article he was scanning over lunch. He looked up to find Jennifer Leandra sitting across from him.
    She was not, for once, wearing spandex workout gear. Instead she was in a shirt that left her shoulders and arms bare, and flowed over the curves of her breasts and hips in a way that made Parker really want to take it off her. Preferably somewhere that he could take the rest of her clothes off her, too. He realized he was staring, and dragged his eyes up to her face. When they met hers, she was smirking at him.
    “Having trouble?”
    “Like I’m the only guy you’ve ever had stare at you.”
    “Not at all.” She dropped one hand to rest on the table and tapped a fingernail against the wood, raising an eyebrow in his direction like a challenge. “Doesn’t make it any less rude.”
    Parker set his phone down. “What are you doing at my table, Jennifer? Can I help you with something?”
    Jennifer laughed. “I’m just here to chat. I wanted to say that I saw the video you sent out. Not half bad. A little short, but it seemed totally you.”
    He was starting to understand why Jackson disliked her so much. “Is that it?”
    Her eyebrows lifted. “What? Did I hurt your feelings? All I did was point out that it’s kind of rude to stare when my face is up here.”
    Parker sighed. “Tell me something, Jennifer. Do you have any interest whatsoever in being friends with me?”
    “Friends?” She let out a sharp little laugh. “No. That’s not really my intention. I was pretty sure we’re supposed to be rivals, actually.”
    “So I’ll ask again, then what’re you doing here?”
    “Oh, I don’t know…” She toyed with the salt shaker, rolling it back and forth on its bottom edge. “Just rattling some cages and seeing what shakes out, I guess.” Her eyes lifted to his again, and she grinned. “Wouldn’t want to let you get too comfortable, after all. What kind of challenger would I be, then?”
    “The kind that isn’t annoying?”
    “Honestly, I think you only feel that way because I’m