He loves Lucy [antikvár]

November 30Lucy Cunningham's control tops were so tight that her inner thighs hissed like a swarm of cicadas with each step. The rhythm of nylon-on-nylon provided the soundtrack to what was becoming a long and humiliating stroll through the Palm Club's cardio studio, where she was scheduled to meet the man that fateand her psycho bosshad selected to change her life.Yes, people were staring. But that was because Lucy was wearing a business suit in a sea of spandex. That, and she was the only chubby chick in a room full of skinny people, which was always/imtastic.Lucy adjusted her laptop strap and pasted on a smile. So where was this guy? It was horrifying enough that she'd agreed to a public makeover as part of one of her own marketing campaigns, but now she had to go peeking behind treadmills in a game of find the iiber-trainer? According to the receptionist, he was a hard-to-miss man with short light brown hair, blue eyes, and a little gold hoop in his left ear. Yet so far, she'd managed to miss him and his hoop just fine.