She didn’t have to look in the mirrored wall of her full-sized workout room to know that she was flushed and drenched with sweat. No mystery why: she’d been pounding the bag with her fists and feet for over an hour. Her brief breaks from attacking the leather target had been filled with a series of challenging isokinetic moves. Her challenging regimen was based on velocity. In her world it was a given that if you wanted to be fast you needed to train fast. Sapphire tested that dictum every time she entered her gym. She was accustomed to driving herself physically at a pace that often amazed even her, but today she had outdone herself. Grabbing a towel she scrubbed at the back of her neck then swirled the rough cloth across her dripping forehead. She knew she would require at least thirty minutes in a hot shower to blast the exhaustion from her frazzled body. Pulling her sweat-soaked halter over her head, she tossed it on the floor beside her gloves. Next to go were the boy shorts that cupped her ass and made her smile every time she looked in the mirror.
