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"Time to wake up, sweetie." Ingrid groaned at the disgustingly sweet voice and buried further under her sheets. "Come on," he crooned.
"Go away," she muttered angrily. It was too early to be awake or happy. She prayed that whoever it was would just go away and let her sleep peacefully.
"Don't make me do this..." the voice warned happily. Ingrid ignored them, figuring they would eventually give up and leave her alone. She heard him sigh dramatically before saying, "I warned you." Seconds later she was doused in cold water.
Screeching, she sat up angrily and sputtered madly at whoever was in her room. "Paxton!" she yelled, when she finally saw who it was, "I'm going to kill you!"
He just grinned annoyingly at her and crossed his arms over his chest. "You agreed to me training you," he pointed out, "It's time to train." His eyes roved over her figure as a hungry look entered his eyes, "By the way, love the outfit, darling."
Confused, Ingrid looked down at what she was wearing and gasped. She snatched the sheets to her chest, but made an uncomfortable sound when she realized they were soppy and cold. Instead, she settled for crossing her arms over her chest. She was in a sports bra and boxers. If she had known that Paxton was going to burst in on her in the morning, she would have been better dressed.
"Come on, up and at 'em," he grinned cheerfully. "Meet me in the gym in 10 minutes." He left the command hanging in the air and walked out of the room confidently.
Ingrid cursed him under her breath and lugged herself out of bed. She glanced at the clock next to her bed and cursed him all over again. Five in the freaking morning. Why did he have to constantly piss her off? Dragging her feet, she headed to the bathroom and splashed some water on her face and brushed her teeth. She pulled on workout shorts and a shirt and threw her hair up.
Intending to irritate Paxton she took her time getting to the gym, arriving five minutes later than he had said. He raised an eyebrow at her, but didn't say anything about her late arrival. Paxton motioned for her to come over to him.
He was standing on a mat, arms loose at his side. She noticed his gym shorts that hung low on his hips and his wife beater shirt that revealed more than it covered. She gulped and headed over to his side, worried that she was going to have a problem concentrating on what he was saying.
Paxton grinned when he saw Ingrid's apprehension. Good, she had every reason to be wary of him. He was going to make this very difficult for her. Difficult to concentrate on anything but him.
"So I thought I'd start off with the basics: the vulnerable areas on a person," he announced casually. "The best places to injure your attacker are the eyes," he brushed his fingertips over her eyelids softly, "the neck," his fingers swept down to lightly touch her neck, "the stomach," his hand crept up and caressed her softly, "the groin area and the instep." He let his hand drift down her stomach, but pulled away at her hips at the last second.
Ingrid tried very hard to concentrate on what he was saying, but when his fingers touched her skin, electrical fusions went off in her brain. When he touched her stomach it was worse because she couldn't feel his skin against her own, but she wanted to. Oh God, she wanted to.
"These five areas are the softest spots of the body, and the most susceptible to injury. If you can manage to poke your attacker's eyes, do so." He gripped her arm lightly and rubbed his thumb over her elbow, "Your elbow will become your best friend. Use it to attack the stomach or neck area because it is a strong bone and it takes a lot to break it. It's also pointy, so it will cause more injury, okay?"
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