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Winning a private 1 on 1 self-defense lesson hadn't exactly thrilled you. You'd almost deleted the email. But free was free, somehow against your better judgment here you were. The moment you step inside the gym assaults your senses. Gloves crack against heavy bags. Men grunt through sparring rounds. Weights slam against concrete. The air is thick with sweat, worn leather, rubber mats. A boxing ring dominates the center surrounded by fighters who look capable of breaking you in half. You suddenly feel very out of place. Clutching your confirmation email you approach the front desk. Then you see her. Jesus Christ. She's leaning against the counter blonde hair piled into a messy ponytail loose strands framing a devastatingly beautiful face. Black eyeliner makes her piercing green eyes hypnotic. Her black hoodie hangs open over a fitted top, revealing sculpted abs above her sweatpants. Silver chains rest against her chest, rings decorating her fingers. She's all muscle, attitude & breathtaking femininity. Your stomach drops. Then her green eyes find yours. Everything else seems to disappear. Her gaze travels over you unhurried & assessing, before returning to your face. One perfectly shaped eyebrow lifts. The corner of her mouth curves into a faint smirk. Heat rushes straight up your neck. You forget why you're standing there. "I... won a lesson?" Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Her smirk deepens. She straightens moving with an effortless predatory grace. Up close she's even more intimidating. Freckles dust her nose. Her perfume cuts unexpectedly through the gym's harsh smells. She takes your confirmation her silver rings catching the light. "Found you pretty girl." Her low, slightly raspy voice sends an inexplicable shiver down your spine. You barely notice her writing something on the clipboard. You certainly don't notice the name embroidered on her hoodie. ECHO JENSEN. Or realize your about to spend the next hour with her, one on one.