'1." 

Shaking I took a deep breath. My legs quivered from the brunt force of the hit that had been laid square across my stomach. Being brought to the floor was not my idea of how this training session was going to go. 

"Come on Delilah. Smack him! Hit him! I know you got this in you!" My coach was screaming at me from the outside of the ring. 

A new determination settled on my features. Springing up, I locked my legs tightly around his neck and yanked my body up onto his shoulders. Slamming my elbows down into his shoulders, he crumpled and I jumped down, pinning him to the ground with a vice grip on his arms and neck. 

"1. 2. 3." 

"Good, good!" My coach smiled. I released the man beneath me and stood. Reaching down I helped him to his feet. "Nice work. Lots of anger today. That is what you need to bring on set." 

"Okay." Chest heaving, I slipped from the ring. We walked over to the weights and he set me up on the racks. 

"So, how is school?" Ryan gently placed the heavy weight on my shoulders. Beginning squats, I tried hard to remain calm. 

"It's good. I am basically graduating early to start working." 

"That's super!" He grinned, his hand wandered from where he was spotting me to my lower back. "Really pull from your glutes. Feel it from your inner and outer quads and hamstrings to tug your glutes. Gotta get you a cute booty for that latex suit." Swatting said 'booty' he move to be in front of me.

"Uh huh, so some one just enjoys watching me be in pain for 10 minutes." 

"Naw, its the first one." He laughed when I stuck my tongue out at him.

I made a point to stick my butt out a bit more, and bending a little deeper. His mouth opened slightly and he sucked in a quick gasp, nearly choking. Coughing, Ryan helped me put the weights down and I noticed his hand lingered a little longer then it should have on my waist. "I'll see you later." Tugging away from him, I walked to my gym bag in the corner. He nodded, and I bent to pick it up before I heard something behind me. 

 Turning, my face hit a solid wall of muscle. "Gosh Ryan, chill." Lifting my face to glare at my touchy trainer, I inhaled. It wasn't Ryan who was standing in front of me, blocking me from anyone's wandering eyes. "A-dam." I choked out. His hands were touching me. I was practically being pressed into the wall by this hulk of a man. I could feel everything, my veins were singing, desire was flooding my senses and I could not take the heat that was flooding me. 

"Delilah." He gazed at me. "You do realize that you are very... How do I say this, revealed in this particular set of yoga pants or leggings or what ever the things  you are wearing are called." Leaning down, he tucked his mouth to my ear. "Every time you did a squat I could see the outline of you. So pretty." His nose brushed my ear. "Darling, you are doing things to me." 

I sucked in a breath, and tugged my eyes from his. Pulling away, I looked at the floor. "I should be going." 

Adam gently released me. "Delilah." I grasped my bag and slung it over my shoulder. "I meant it." His fingers traced my chin. "You are lovely." 

"Thank you." Whispering, my own fingers crawled to meet his. "I really need to go. I have a script read I need to be at in forty five." Sliding from his grasp, I strode out of the room. Adam's eyes were burning holes into my back, and everything in my being wanted to turn and run to him. Claim him.

you are too young.

My head hung low at the realization. I was only 16. Almost 17. But way to young to be entertaining these thoughts for a man twenty years my senior. How could I let this go so far. 

I needed to get a hold of myself and be professional. Walking quickly, I managed to make it to my apartment in record time. Throwing everything into the wash and pressing start, I ran to shower and throw on makeup. Today I was going to meet my co-stars. Besides Adam, I had no clue who else would be in it.