He wasn't my trainer yet. My husband's assistant gave him a glowing recommendation. His popularity and why all his clients are women is abundantly clear. "Lisa, you should see my assistant's trainer. You're not getting the results quickly enough." He smirked and slapped my ass. The happiness I felt a moment ago was gone. Now, instead of seeing my curves as a good thing, all I saw were the flaws. "Send me his info and I'll make an appointment." I said, pulling a sweatshirt over my sports bra. After my husband left for the office, I got a text from him with his trainer, Butch's, information. Taking a deep breath, I called him. "Hi, Butch?" "Yes." His deep voice sent a jolt through my body. "Hi, my husband Tom Miller's assistant Teri is one of your clients and he suggested I see you for some lessons." I stuttered.