few more minutes for her, but her mouth dried the moment she saw Sheldon sitting in front of her desk.
He looked up at her and smiled.
“Oh, no.’’
Tyanna whirled on her heel, prepared to tell Shirley that there was no way in hell she was going to work with this man. But Sheldon softly called her name and she froze.
Damn, she wished he didn’t have the power to do that to her.
“Come on, babe,” he said. “There’s no need to run from me.’’
She marched back into her office and sat down behind her desk. “Let’s get a couple things straight. First of all, I’m not your baby. Not anymore.’’
“And second?’’
There was a hint of a smirk on his mouth, andthat irritated her. “And second, do not come to my workplace pretending to be a potential client.’’
“But I am a potential client,” he protested. “And I want to work with the best.’’
Tyanna stared at Sheldon for a good five seconds, wondering what on earth was going through that mind of his. Finally she asked, “ You need a personal trainer?’’
“Sure.”
“Oh, come on.” Realizing that she had raised her voice, Tyanna made a concerted effort to speak in a lowered tone. “Look at you. You’re in fabulous shape.” Her eyes ventured to his wide shoulders and well-muscled arms. Today he wore a white tank top—as equally flattering on him as black. As she did a quick scan of his body, definition was the only word that came to mind.
Oh, Lord help her.
She quickly averted her gaze and cleared her throat. “No one in their right mind could think you need a personal trainer.’’
“I want one.’’
“What—did you lose your memory in the year you were away?” Tyanna asked. “You are a personal trainer.’’
He merely grinned. “You know that it’s hard to motivate yourself. You accomplish much more when you work with someone else.’’
What is your game? Tyanna wanted to ask, but didn’t. She was sure she wouldn’t like his answer.“You never had a problem when it came to being motivated.”
“Maybe I made it seem that way, but it wasn’t so. Besides, this past year on the road, I haven’t been able to work out the way I wanted to. My body’s starting to suffer.’’
Could have fooled me. He was still in amazing shape. Hard and defined the way most men aspired to be.
Tyanna shuffled some papers on her desk. “If you’re serious about this, I’d suggest Mike Cooper. He’s one of the best. He’s competed in Mr. Olympia and placed in the top three. Besides, he’s a man, and I’m sure you’d be much more comf—’’
“Look at me.’’
Reluctantly, she did. “What?’’
“There. That didn’t kill you, did it?’’
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, annoyed.
“Nothing. Listen, you can save the spiel about Mike. I’m not interested. Besides,” Sheldon went on, “you know my body better than this Mike character.”
Tyanna steeled herself against the feelings Sheldon’s comment elicited, against the image it brought to mind. “I don’t see what that has to do with personal training.”
Sheldon instantly raised an eyebrow, and Tyanna could have kicked herself for what she’d said. She’d made it sound like her only interest in his body was sexual. “What I mean is—’’
“I know exactly what you mean.’’
“No, I don’t think you do.’’
“You know my body, Tyanna. You’re the best one to check it out and see if there are any areas that need improvement.”
Tyanna chuckled, but the sound had no mirth. The man had to be out of his mind. “I don’t think so.’’
Sheldon sat forward in his chair. “What are you afraid of, sweetness?”
The sound of the old endearment he used to call her caught her off guard. She had to take a moment to remember the question he’d asked her. “I—I’m not afraid of anything. It just isn’t a good idea.” When his eyes narrowed questioningly, she wondered what had gotten into Sheldon. This man was