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There was always a good reason as to why Jack Rodwell kept his physique and body health up even at his slowly maturing age â and it was not really the obvious reason why. Of course, being in the sex business had everything to do with it, but funnily enough, that was actually what led him to take care of his body more and be more conscious about it. That, and keeping a good figure in front of the camera added to the eyecandy and male, masculine sex appeal for the female, and sometimes male, audiences as well. Therefore, it was just as much an actual work for Jack to keep his body looking like a sculpted Greek god. There and thereabouts.
Jack looked up when he heard someone walk in, as the woman with brown hair, clad in something that oddly enough, would actually fit in a porn shoot, came to him as she started to place down the yoga mat in front of him. He merely smiled at her as she started to speak up, talking to him about how he should be careful of his guns. âOh, donât worry. They donât bite people. Or poke anyone in the eye for that.â Jack said nonchalantly, amused at the rather lame pick-up that she had going on, as she asked him the question next. âAbout 40 pounds total. Each dumbbell weighs about 20 pounds, which isnât that much, but I like to just try and work out light at first.â He replied. âSo, are you gonna put on a show, or exercise?â He asked, a little bluntly.
Mia couldnât help but let out a small laugh at his comment. âAnd do you own anything else that could poke anyone in the eye? âcause Iâd like to see that,â she replied, blatant with what she was referring to, a flirtatious smirk slipping onto her lips as she looked at him, her eyes scanning his sculpted figure every so often, enjoying the view she had in front of her. âWell, I have to say Iâm impressed. You must have a lot of power behind those muscles. Bet you could do all kinds of things with that...â
She realised with his words that she had been dilly-dallying with her intended yoga practice and snapped out of her gaze to focus on finish her stretches and positioning herself in her first pose, purposely pointing her plump behind at him as she bent over into a downward dog position. She looked over her shoulder, back at him, as she did this. âWhy not both?â she said with a wink before turning back and stretching her body out. âIâm very flexible, you know. I think Iâm as flexible as you are strong.â As she spoke, she moved into her next position, one sheâd always been proud of and that she knew would surely catch his eye as her yoga pants would catch her in all the right places as she stretched.














