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  Contents

  Copyright

  Deal Breaker

  Chapter 1 Maiya

  Chapter 2 Maiya

  Chapter 3 Maiya

  Chapter 4 Ryan

  Chapter 5 Josh

  Chapter 6 Josh

  Chapter 7 Josh

  Chapter 8 Ryan

  Chapter 9 Maiya

  Chapter 10 Ryan

  Chapter 11 Ryan

  Chapter 12 Josh

  Chapter 13 Maiya

  Chapter 14 Ryan

  Chapter 15 Ryan

  Chapter 16 Ryan

  Chapter 17 Josh

  Chapter 18 Ryan

  Chapter 19 Ryan

  Chapter 20 Ryan

  Chapter 21 Ryan

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  by Bianca Vix

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  When your past threatens to destroy your future,

  how far would you go to keep your secret safe?

  Ryan

  The deal’s all that matters.

  Once it’s in place, I’ll have everything I ever wanted. A great business and a great guy. I’ll finally have left my past behind me. I’ve kept it a secret for so long, it’s like I have no connection to it any more. I’ve built a new life for myself, and I’ll do anything to keep it. No matter who threatens to destroy everything I’ve worked so hard for.

  Maiya

  I’m going to get back out there.

  Ever since my last relationship ended with a crash, I’ve been afraid to get out and try new things. I’m changing that up right now. I want to be with a great guy for once. Someone who’s way better than my ex.

  Like that’s ever going to happen.

  Josh

  I thought I’d met the right man.

  True love, and all that. Now I don’t know what to believe, especially since I met someone I want to get to know a lot better. Maybe I’ll never be able to find what I’m truly looking for, no matter how much I want to find it.

  Chapter 1

  Maiya

  I can’t do this. I can’t swing this door open and walk through it.

  But I have to.

  I catch my breath as my grip tightens around the cold steel of the handle. Walking into this sleek modern building shouldn’t be such a problem. How can it be? I have an appointment. I need to keep it.

  And stepping inside is a big deal for me.

  I’m not going to look through the glass doors and try to see what’s waiting for me. Then I’ll lose my nerve completely. I’m not moving forward as it is. But I can’t help but see that there’s someone coming towards me. He’s striding quickly to the door. The same door that I’m standing in front of, as if I don’t know what to do with it.

  I have to open the damn door and go inside, or get out of his way. He’s noticed me now, the figure that’s moving with such easy confidence. He’s so determined and calm.

  Why can’t I be like that?

  I take a step back. He steps outside and gives me a quick nod. Weakly I try to smile at him, but my lips freeze before I can. He’s holding the door open for me.

  Of course he is. It’s just normal politeness. There’s no way this random guy could possibly know why I’m having a meltdown in my head. That all of my organs are twisting up with something that I can only believe is fear. At least I hope I look normal on the outside.

  “Thanks.” I breathe the word out so quietly I’m not sure he hears me, but I can’t look back and check now. I’m walking inside. One foot in front of the other. It’s still a big deal.

  Now the receptionist has seen me. I try to stride over with confidence, just like that guy. I have no idea if I’ve pulled it off or not. But I’m at the desk now, and I made it without tripping over something invisible. Or the floor.

  It’s not usually this hard for me to look normal a new space. Never is, in fact. This appointment is making me feel a jumble of emotions I never expected. The only one that stands out now is fear.

  “Hi.” My voice croaks out. “I have an appointment.”

  Damn it, I can’t remember the name of the guy I’m supposed to see. Frowning, I try to recall it. I didn’t even note it down, because I was sure I’d remember. “I’m Maiya Brenner. I’m here for physiotherapy.”

  “Is this your first time?”

  My first time? I frown. That’s not a question I’d expected to be asked.

  “Your first time here at First Vital Wellness?” The receptionist grins at me. “Or are you a member of the gym?”

  “Oh. Right. No. Yes. First time here.” I swallow hard. “I’m not a gym member.”

  “Welcome. I think you’ll find that FV’s a great place. I’m Ryan Latham.” He stands up to shake my hand as I try to think of something to say.

  But he doesn’t notice how flustered I am. He’s gone back to clicking rapidly through a computer system that seems kind of complex. I blink when I really take in his appearance for the first time.

  It’s a good thing I didn’t notice when I first walked up, or I’d probably be totally unable to speak. He’s hot. I mean, crazy hot. Insanely gorgeous. Thankfully he’s not looking back at me yet, so I have a few seconds to appreciate his strong jaw line while his head’s turned slightly away from me.

  I’ve never said this about a man before, but it’s all I can think of now. Ryan’s dashing. Or at least what I imagined that would look like when I first heard that word. He’s tall and confident. Definitely in charge.

  He doesn’t actually look like he belongs here. In every gym I’ve ever gone to before, everyone who works there is dressed to work out. This man’s not. He’s nicely put-together in exquisite, expensive clothes. Not to mention very well-groomed. He looks nothing like any receptionist I’ve ever seen.

  “Here it is. Josh will be taking care of you. Is this your first experience with physio?”

  “Yes. I’ve never done it before.” I tense up. I hate to even think about why I’m here. It’s the reason I didn’t even want to walk through the front door. The reason that brought me here to downtown Manhattan is what’s making me panic.

  “Don’t worry, you’ll be in good hands. He’s very good at what he does.”

  A woman appears from down the hallway. “Ah, Shanita. This is Maiya. Maiya, my colleague can take you in.”

  “Great to meet you, Maiya.” Her eyes slide over me appraisingly. “Come with me.”

  She leads me off. My mind’s still on Ryan. He’s hot, sure. There’s no question about that. But there’s something else about him too. A lot of things, really, but he’s got such a commanding presence. He’s the type of guy who could make even someone
as stubborn as I am do whatever he wanted me to do. And love every minute of it.

  I shake my head. This woman’s talking to me, and I have no idea what she’s just said. But here we are. The sign on the door she’s pushing open says Physiotherapy in clear, bold letters. I’ve got to stop thinking about Mr. Ryan Latham. That’s not what I’m here for.

  “Josh will be here in a moment.” She disappears, leaving me to scope the place out. Now that my mind’s off Ryan, I’m back to being way too nervous. I can’t sit on the bench she invited me to. I pace around, checking out the different pieces of equipment. Am I supposed to use all of them? Because for the most part, I can’t even guess what they’re for. Especially that one complicated contraption sitting in the corner and making me worry about exactly what it’s for. Maybe I could ask Ryan what he likes to do with something like that. Mmm. Yes.

  Before my imagination can get too off the rails, the door swings open again. I spin around and stop short.

  Wow.

  “Hello, Maiya. I’m Josh.” This new man extending his hand for me to shake is just as handsome as Ryan. Blinking hard so I don’t stare for too long into his deep blue eyes, I give him a smile.

  If this is the kind of staff they hire at this place, why the hell am I not a member here?

  “Have a seat.” He gestures at the bench. Now I don’t mind sinking down onto it. Josh taps at the tablet in his hand. “So, tell me more about what brings you to physio. There was an accident?”

  I nod. “Yes. I was in a car accident.”

  The memory of it is still hard to take. Swallowing hard, I make myself continue. “I was the passenger. The other car hit on my side. The driver was fine.”

  Zach walked away without a scratch on him. I can’t get over that part. Not that I should be bringing that up here and now. That’s not what this session is about.

  I try to make sure my voice is steady. I want to sound calm. I have no idea if I’m succeeding or not. I don’t like talking about the accident, not even with my closest friends. “I’ve healed up pretty well, but not completely. I’m still having some pain in my leg, and sometimes in my lower back, so my doctor referred me for physiotherapy. That’s what I want to work on.”

  I don’t just want to be back to the way I was before. Pain free. I want all traces of this accident erased from my body, so I can erase them from my mind too.

  Josh gives me an encouraging grin. Damn, even his smile’s sexy. Maybe physio won’t be as bad as I’ve feared.

  “Back and legs are definitely areas I’ve had a lot of success with. I’m going to give you some tests to start out with so I can see where you’re at, and we’ll go from there. Let’s get started.”

  As he takes me through a number of exercises, I distract myself by checking him out discreetly. What I wouldn’t give to run my hands through his blond hair.

  I have to stop thinking like that and focus. At least most of the exercises are simple things that I have no trouble doing with my left leg. My right one’s a different story. I mean, I can do them all. But it hurts a hell of a lot.

  Josh’s been taking notes the whole time. “You did great, Maiya.”

  “I did?” I’m sweating and my leg’s throbbing. This session was way harder than even I expected it to be.

  “Yes. I can see it’s painful, but you’ve got a fairly good range of motion. We’ll work together and get you back to normal health in good time.”

  He gets up to go. “It was very nice to meet you, Maiya. I’ll see you at our next session.”

  Josh disappears. I’m glad he’s gone, so he doesn’t have to see me limp a little as I gather my things up. His words are still echoing in my mind.

  Working together. Yes. I can put up with the pain if I can spend more time with him. Josh’s got a perfect combination of kindness and the ability to push for results at the same time.

  Not mention his overall sexiness.

  As if I could forget that part of the equation.

  In fact Josh is like the total opposite of my ex. And now that I’m single, maybe he’s a real option for me.

  Maybe physio isn’t going to so bad after all.

  Chapter 2

  Maiya

  I’d much rather lie around and watch TV, but Josh recommended that I do gentle stretches after our sessions. And I’m going to give this my all. I want to get better. I also want to prove to him that I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get there.

  In the middle of me working on a new exercise earlier today, after Josh had made sure I was doing the movements correctly, he went off to the desk at the side of the room. The room we’re in isn’t very large. He said that eventually we’ll switch to using the bigger, more gym-like area they have too. But that in the beginning, we’ll be in this small space where there’s privacy. Fine with me.

  I want to have Josh all to myself for as long as I can.

  Someone came in to talk with him briefly. They lowered their voices, but it was impossible for me not to overhear what they were saying. They were talking about a patient who suddenly needed to schedule extra sessions, since he’d hurt himself worse doing some exercises at home.

  That sent chills down my spine. That’s one of my main fears in starting up with physio. It’s why I put it off for so long even after my doctor strongly recommended it to me for the third time. I don’t want to make anything worse.

  I’ve been so careful since the accident. Probably way more than I need to be, but I feel so fragile ever since it happened. It’s a new feeling for me, and I don’t like it one bit. I’m very independent and according to my mother, I always have been. The moment I learned to walk, I was always taking off on my own. She said I kept her in shape just by having to chase me around all the time.

  My train of thought got interrupted when Josh came back over to me after the other physiotherapist left.

  His brown creased into a slight frown. “You’re just finishing now? Was that exercise more difficult for you?”

  “No. I mean, I was just going slower to make sure I didn’t do it wrong.” I adjust my shirt, which had gotten tangled up. “So, do you have a lot of patients who injure themselves more than they were when they started physio?”

  I realized that he’d know I overheard his private talk. I’d normally never ask anything about a conversation that doesn’t involve me, but I can’t help it. I’ve gone from being relatively relaxed straight back to freaked out.

  But if he minded that I overheard, he didn’t show it. “It’s not common, but it can happen. The problem lies with patients who don’t follow directions correctly. A lot of people only do the work when they’re here with me. That’s okay, but it’ll make everything take longer.”

  There’s a note of frustration in Josh’s voice. “It’s when some people decide that they’re cured after only a session or two, and they go right back to normal activity. That’s when they can do more damage to themselves. Thinking that they’re better off than they truly are.”

  “So what I’m doing now won’t make anything worse?”

  “No, it won’t. That’s why it’s important to work with your physiotherapist. I tailor a program to you specifically. It’ll only help if you follow it, here and at home.”

  It was at that moment that I vowed to do whatever Josh says. I want to get back to normal as soon as I possibly can. And I have to admit it. I want to impress him too. I want to stand out from all of his other patients. And if following directions to the letter is one way I can do that, then that’s what I’m going to do.

  So I pull out the pages he gave me with my at-home stretching exercises on them. It looks like a lot, but once I get into it, it’s not bad at all. They’re mostly floor stretches and somehow they’re actually are helping my leg to relax. The stiffness is melting away.

  I set the papers aside when I’ve done all the reps I’m supposed to. It didn’t even take much time to get through them all. No wonder he gets frustrated with people who don’t even try. Gingerly I get up off th
e floor and to my surprise, my leg takes my weight without protesting.

  I pour myself a glass of the wine I was saving for the weekend. It’s only Wednesday but after a day like today, it’s a treat I deserve. I think I did well, and so does Josh. My thoughts go straight back to him as I settle onto the sofa and click on the movie I started watching last night.

  I can’t concentrate on it. I can’t keep my mind off Josh. I like him. Maybe too much. But how can that be possible?

  He’s so handsome. Every time he gets close to me, my body reacts to him. I spent most of the session hoping he’d have to use his hands to adjust me if I was doing something wrong and needed to be corrected like they do in yoga. No such luck. It was a huge effort to concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing instead of on what I’d really like to be doing with Josh.

  Now there’s nothing stopping my imagination from running wild with what I want him to do with me. The wine’s letting my mind go and come up with sexy scenarios I’ve even never considered before. I’d like to see just what he can do with that body of his.

  Even Josh’s loose clothes can’t hide the body he has underneath them. He obviously takes advantage of working alongside a gym. His bare arms alone are enough to take my breath away. Talk about definition. If only he wears shorts for our next session, I’ll be able to see if his legs are built to match.

  I’m sure they are.

  I pour the last of the wine out. I can’t stop myself imagining Josh naked. I don’t want to stop. Draining my glass, I leave it on the coffee table and go to my bedroom. Shedding my clothes and dropping them on the floor, I slip between the sheets. And my mind goes straight into imagining that Josh’s right here with me, his strong arms circling around my waist.

  As strong as he is, in my mind he isn’t too rough. Firm, definitely. Just the right amount of going for what he wants, but not ignoring my needs either.