He chuckled. “He has a great workout. I’ve been doing his program for a year now. It works for me.”
It did indeed. Yum. “Well, it’s paying off.” I can’t believe I said that out loud, but I did. What the f**k was I thinking? Will I ever think before speaking? Probably not.
He nodded, blushed a little. “Thanks. Good to know, Mr. Jewel.”
That was weird. He never called me by my last name. I played his game in return, “Okay, Mr. Hartzig. Why did you knock on my door?”
“I like a guy who gets to his point. No bullshit. Cut and dry all the way.”
And I like a chiseled, German guy who wears red Nike shorts and lives on my floor. “Cut and dry is the only way to be.”
“Guess so.” He cleared his throat, looked down at the boarded floor, then back at me. “This is kind of awkward.”
“It can’t be an
