As she had suspected, her trainer, Pietro, was particularly brutal this morning. It was as though he had something on her that let him know when she’d deviated from her strict diet and exercise regimen. The gym was small, and unlike most in the area not at all spa-like. Vries liked it because the patrons ignored her and she wasn’t required to dress up to attend. In Milan style was everything, and under most circumstances she loved that about the city, but at six in the morning she just wanted to get her workout in and get out again. She did a languid stretch wincing as her shoulder muscles reminded her that she’d just spent the last twenty minutes pulling Pietro’s favorite torture device, the sled. Leo was using it now, and even with twice the weight his movements were smooth and coordinated. She watched as his muscles rippled in his casual t-shirt and running shorts. His thigh and gluteal muscles bulged as he strained to pull the weighted cart. For a billionaire financier he was a real hard body.
