He gently tilted her head back. “I wouldn’t ask you to quit.”
“Then I think you should let Sandan Zach teach me.”
“No. I’m teaching you.”
She did not understand why it was so important to him, but he had that don’t argue with Sensei Black look in his eyes, so she let it slide.
“But I don’t want to wait until class to see you. What are you doing tonight?”
“A Bikram yoga class. I’m exhausted afterward. Don’t you teach tonight?”
“Yes.” He sucked her lower lip and gently bit down. “Since I can’t see you tonight, have lunch with me.”
“Did you already make reservations someplace like last time?” she teased.
“No.” Ronin lifted her hand and kissed her palm. “I ordered in a light lunch and thought we’d eat upstairs at my place.”
Amery had opened her mouth to say yes when Knox walked in and headed to the minifridge for a bottle of water. He drank deeply and addressed Ronin. “Are you coming back to finish our training session?”
“No. Amery and I are having lunch upstairs.”
Knox’s jaw tightened and his gaze winged between Amery and Ronin. “I’ll remind you that you called this training session. If you’re leaving halfway through, Deacon and I won’t be around when you’re done.”
Ronin carefully placed Amery’s hand on her lap and stood. He said, “A word please,” to Knox before he brushed past him.
Might make her snoopy, but given the tension between the two macho men, something was going on and she wanted to know what. She hopped up and stood by the door. And she heard way more than she bargained for.
“Lose the attitude, Knox.”
“Or what? You gonna discipline me?”
“Maybe I need to,” Ronin said evenly. “Regardless of our friendship, I’m still your sensei and your boss.”
“What is it about that woman?” Knox demanded. “You’ve been off your game since the moment she walked into this dojo.”
Her heart skipped a beat.
“I can’t explain it.”
“You mean you won’t explain it,” Knox said hotly. “Is she why you were wandering around aimlessly at the club Saturday night?”
Amery frowned. Club? What club?
“That is none of your f**king business.”
“Bullshit, Ronin. I was f**king there after Naomi, remember? And this goddamn situation has Naomi written all over it again.”
Who the hell was Naomi?
“We are not discussing this. You and Deacon are done for the day. I’ll finish up the paperwork on the job proposal for Stanislovsky after lunch.”
Amery practically ran to her seat. She didn’t want to get caught eavesdropping. She shut down her computer and looked up when Ronin reentered the room.
“Sorry about that. So about lunch?”
“Sure, if it’s not a long lunch. I always have a ton to do on Mondays.”
“Standard hour. No more.”
Amery shouldered her laptop bag and picked up her portfolio. She watched as Ronin snagged a plastic deli bag from the fridge.
“Let’s go.”
She followed him down the corridor and was momentarily confused as to why they were heading away from the elevators. They passed an enormous room that had more workout equipment than a commercial gym. She stopped and looked through the glass partition that stretched to the far wall. In one corner were stacks of mats. And standing on a mat were Knox and Deacon. They appeared to be beating the shit out of each other.
Ronin noticed she’d stopped. He backtracked and followed her gaze to the men throwing each other everywhere. “What?”
“Shouldn’t you intervene before one of them gets hurt?”
“No. They’re training.”
“For what?”
“Mixed martial arts. Deacon is a professional MMA fighter. Knox and I train him. We’re trying to build a training program, but most fighters want Brazilian jujitsu instruction as well as Muay Thai. We also train others, but Deacon is our highest-ranked fighter.”
“You train him because . . . you’re his sensei?”
“Partially. Mostly I train him because I fought in combat sports before there was MMA and I know what it takes to win.”
“Do you still fight?”
“Thirty-eight is too old to compete with twenty-something guys in their prime.”
His world was so different from hers—was that why he’d deflected the question? “So this is a separate training area for MMA competitors?”
He shook his head. “This is the training gym for all students. It’s open to them anytime during class hours. But when Knox and Deacon and I are working on techniques, we train up here, simply because it’s closer to the offices where we spend our business hours.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “How can this possibly interest you?”
Impulsively, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. “If it has to do with you, it interests me.”
Ronin wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and kissed her with breathtaking passion. It felt completely natural to lean into him and press her hands against his chest. When she shifted even closer, her laptop bag swung and connected with the bag of food, forcing her to step back. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I like your hands on me, Amery.”
They stared at each other, the attraction between them getting stronger each time they were together.
“You think it’s a good idea for us to be alone in your penthouse?”
“Yes. Because the first time I f**k you I’ll need more than an hour.”
Oh. My. God. Amery just about came right then.
“Come on. Let’s eat.”
Once they were on the elevator, she said, “I don’t want to seem obsessed, but I’ve never known anyone with a private elevator. My inner eight-year-old girl is squealing with happiness at being in a real-life Barbie Dreamhouse.”
He laughed softly. “It was a cargo elevator at one time and I had it revamped. It’s key-coded after the second floor since it’s mostly used for the students to get to the gym.”
Inside Ronin’s apartment, first thing she did was ditch her heels—she noticed he didn’t wear shoes in his place. They trooped into the kitchen and he emptied the contents of the deli bag. “The plates are directly behind me. If you’d grab two small bowls too, that’d be great.”
He sliced the sandwich and put half on each plate. He divided up a container of salad into the two square bowls. Then he grabbed a fruit plate from the fridge and set it on the counter. “What would you like to drink?”