Chapter 17
Poppy
"Keep your pace steady, okay?," Daddy said, his hand on the small of my back as I stepped onto the treadmill.
His gym was nothing like the campus fitness center. This place was exclusive with sleek equipment, dim lighting, and heavy ba.s.s music pumping through the speakers- and there were a lot of men here.
I had counted maybe fifteen guys spread throughout the huge gym, all of them were serious lifters with bodies that looked carved from stone. Now I knew why Daddy looked as delicious as he did. There were only two other women asides from me.
I had picked out my outfit this morning while Daddy watched. Tiny black shorts that barely covered my peach shaped a.s.s cheeks and a pink sports bra that was at least one size too small. My t**s were practically spilling out
