6. - – Micah
CHAPTER SIX
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MICAH
When I reach the cabinet of gloves and wraps, I set her bag down beside mine.
I cast a glance over my shoulder and see Scarlett still rooted in the same spot.
Her mouth opens and closes like a fish before she shakes her head and storms over towards me.
I open the cabinet and pull out two rolls of purple wraps.
I hold out a hand for her, and she gives me a blank stare. “Come on, you need to wrap your knuckles. We can talk more after class, but for now, you’re paired up with me.”
She reluctantly places her hand in mine. “Can’t I have another partner?”
“Nope. If it makes you feel better, Alec had the chart already set and you would have been with him.” I hook the band over her thumb and wrap two circles around her wrist before threading the wrap between her fingers.
“Fine, but we don’t need to talk afterwards. Let’s just chalk it up to a bad date and go our separate ways,” she grumbles.
“Bad date? Baby girl, sure things didn’t go as planned, but that was not a bad date.” I finish wrapping her first hand and move onto the second.
“Seriously?” Scarlett says in shock.
“Yeah, seriously. The only bad thing was waking up, and you were gone. You should have stayed.” I look up to meet her gaze. All the insecurities I saw before melt away at my words. Her lips curl up into a smile, and a soft blush covers her cheeks.
Finishing with the second wrap, I place a kiss on her knuckles and drop her hand. “I’ll try to go easy on you for your first class. Hopefully, you can keep up.”
Scarlett scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Oh, come on. This can’t be any worse than a normal workout class.”
I chuckle and clap my hands once. All the other students turn to face me. “Okay ladies, let’s start with warm ups. Let’s do 3 sets of 10: jumping jacks, burpees, and high knees. Finish with a 1 minute plank.”
The smile leaves Scarlett’s face, and her brows pinch together. “Asshole.”
“You got this. Follow along with the others; I have to get ready for the second half of class.”
Scarlett grabs her braid and twists it up into a bun on the top of her head before strolling off to join the others. I head over to the speakers and plug my phone in, turning on my electric dance music playlist to help the girls get in the mood.
While they are busy, I double check that the bags are secure and that I have enough sets of gloves out for everyone. Warm up normally takes 30 minutes, then we can move on to the bags, then hand to hand sparring.
Once everything is ready, I grab my headset and fit it over my head. Things can get loud, and while I hate the mic, it stops me from having to shout at everyone. Clipping the battery pack to my hip, I run the cord under my shirt and plug it in.
I scan the front and see the women in various stages of the warm up. Scarlett already looks winded; her burpees are sluggish, and I watch a bead of sweat drip down between her tits. She’ll be so tired after class, she won’t have the energy to argue with me or run away.
I turn the mic on and clear my throat. “Come on, ladies! I know you can give me more energy than that. Class is just starting.”