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There were a boxing ring, all kinds of exercise machines, dummies for fight and knife training, and a corner with mats where a few man were sparring. I was the only woman.

He grimaced.

"Our changing rooms are men only. We don't usually have girls visitors."

"I know you'll make sure nobody sees me naked."

"You bet I will."

I laughed, and a few faces turned our way, then more until everyone was staring. They quickly returned to what they'd been doing before when Fu Shao led me toward a door on the side, but they kept throwing badly disguised glances my way.

A few of the older men called out a greeting to him. He opened the door, then stopped.

"Let me check if someone's in there."

I nodded, then leaned against the wall as he disappeared inside the changing room. The moment he was gone, I could feel the full force of the men's attention shifting my way.

And I tried not to let them see how nervous their scrutiny made me and almost breathed a sigh of relief when Fu Shao came back out, followed by a few men who pretended they didn't notice me. I wondered what he had told them.

"Come."

He held the door open for me and we walked into a low ceilinged room filled with humidity and the smell of too many hard-working male bodies. I scrunched my nose up.

He laughed.

"We're not catering to sensitive lady noses."

I grabbed by bag from him and walked toward a locker.

H3 followed and set his own bag down on the scratched wooden bench.

"Aren't you going to give me some privacy?" I asked, hands on the hem of my shirt.

He raised one eyebrow at me before removing his holster and then pulling his own shirt over his head, revealing his muscled tanned torso. He dropped his shirt on the bench, then reached for his belt, still that challenging look in his eyes.

Gritting my teeth, I turned my back to him and slid my tank top over my head. I reached behind me to open the clasp of my bra, but his hand was there and did it for me expertly.

Bastard.

Of course, he could open a bra with one finger. I grabbed my sport bra and put it on, trying not to think about him who was undoubtedly watching every move.

I stripped off my shorts and could have kicked myself for choosing a panties this morning. I pulled it down as well, and heard Fu Shao sucking in his breath when I bent forward slightly.

My cheeks blasted with heat, realizing what kind of view I'd just given him. I snatched one of the plain black panties I always wore when I worked out on the treadmill, then I put my jogging shorts on over them and turned back around to him.

He'd put on black sweatpants and an ultra tight white shirt that showed his spectacular body.

There was a bulge in his pants.

All because of my butt?

"That's what you're wearing for self-defences lessons?"

I looked down at myself.

"I don't have anything else. This is what I'm wearing when I go jogging."

The shorts were tight and ended high up on my thighs, but I didn't like too much fabric when I ran.

"You realize I'll have to kick every guy's who looks at you the wrong way, right? And looking like that my men will have a hard time not looking at you the wrong way."

I shrugged.

"It's not my job to make them control themselves. Just because I'm wearing revealing clothes doesn't mean I'm inviting them to look. If they can't behave themselves, that's their problem."

Fu Shao led me out of the changing room and toward the sparring mats.