Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“Most of my heroes are in shape,” I explained, waving my hand to the insane abs he had. “Like that. But it’s not like I write gym scenes every chapter. That would get boring, so my editor is constantly asking me how they get the bodies they do when I never show them working out.”
Asher pursed his lips as he headed across the room, situating himself on a yoga mat. “So, what you’re saying is working out every day is boring?” He tucked his hands behind his head, and lifted his legs, alternating twisting his body back and forth, making his abs crunch and flex and seriously, who has abs like that?
“You do this every day?” I asked, flipping open my tablet to jot down the note.
“Of course,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Every morning at five, I’m down here. I switch it up from cardio to strength to stretching on different days, but it’s part of my routine. It grounds me and puts me on the right track for the rest of the day.”
I nodded as I wrote what he was saying, then glanced back down at him. “Do you ever take a break? Like, what about vacations?”
He stopped his ab work, then stretched out his legs and arms. “I travel,” he said, then shrugged as he climbed to his feet again. “But it doesn’t matter where I’m at. I find the gym and put in the work, or I make use of the outdoors and run. Either way, I stick to the schedule.”
My eyebrows raised as I looked up at him. “This schedule of yours,” I said, following him as he walked out of the room and up the stairs. “Does it vary or stay consistent?”
“It can vary,” he said, stopping in the massive kitchen and taking a seat at the table near the French doors. “Morning, James,” he called to his chef, who was already filling two plates up with a variety of food.
I took a seat across from him, still writing away on my tablet.
“But,” he continued. “It only varies in the sense that I might have to shuffle a few of the day’s tasks around.”
“Wow,” I said, sliding my tablet to the side when James set the plates down before us. “This looks amazing,” I said to the chef, who smiled and nodded before bringing back glasses of water and a pitcher of some intense green liquid that he poured into two glasses before leaving us to eat.
Asher picked up the green glass and held it out to me. I scooped mine up, my brow furrowed as I clinked the glass against his.
“Cheers,” he said, grinning at me before he gulped down the drink.
I eyed it suspiciously, inhaling the scent of veggies. “What is this?”
“It’s green juice,” Asher said, finishing his glass and licking a few stray drops off his lips.
Okay, well, that looked amazing. I made a quick note to put that in the book.
“Green juice,” I said, still hesitant.
“Yes,” he said, chuckling. “It’s a great mix, I promise. Your body will thank you for it.” His hazel eyes trailed the length of my body before locking eyes with me again, a challenge churning there.
“Are you saying my body needs this stuff more than coffee?” I teased.
He laughed again, and it took off some of the seriousness he’d worn since I’d met him. “I’m not knocking coffee. I’m just saying this is better for you.”
I glanced down at my plate, noting the rich eggs that looked almost orange, the fresh fruit in a vibrant rainbow pallet, and the toast that was most certainly whole grain.
“Looks like everything is better for me here,” I said, motioning to the plate with the juice in my hand. “Is that important to you, too? Eating organic whole foods?”
“Yes,” he said, digging into his breakfast. “I’m not against eating processed food or indulging in a nice bag of grease now and then, but feeding your body healthy food only helps it perform better. And when you work as much as I do, you need your body to handle the hours.”
I nodded, then flashed him a smile before taking a sip of the green juice. A tartness hit my tongue, like green apples and pears with a side of spinach, but it certainly wasn’t as awful as I’d imagined. Asher watched me as I kept drinking, electing to get the stuff down as quickly as possible. I set down the empty glass, shaking my head.
“Not bad,” I said. “But I definitely prefer my coffee.”
Asher grinned at me, then motioned to my breakfast. “Eat up,” he said. “We only have twenty minutes before I need to be showered and out the door.”
“What happens if you’re late?” I asked. “You’re the boss, right? It’s not like you can get in trouble from yourself.”