never complained, never cancelled, and was always ready to work hard. She was into her workouts. I commented on it once and she just said, ‘I have to look great if I want to work.’” He smiled. “We had that in common.” He shifted in his chair, and every muscle in his upper body flexed. “My body is my best advertisement. If I don’t look great, who’s going to hire me? She was the same way.”
“Did she ever talk about anything personal with you?” Allen had once told me that trainers were like therapists in a way. You pay someone for their attention for an hour, and you start telling them things you didn’t even tell your closest friends.
“Never.” He shook his head. “When we worked out, it was always about exercise, her diet, things like that. I was her trainer, nothing more.”
“But you were sleeping with her.”
His eyes bugged out. “What?” His face turned red. “Where on earth did you hear that?” He started laughing. “Dude, I am not into women. I haven’t slept with a woman since high school.” He whistled. “Not even the cops threw that one at me. Seriously. Who told you that?”
“You’re gay.” I said. As the truth of the matter hit me, I realized I knew why he looked familiar-he was one of the dick dancers at the Pub. I’d seen him there, up on the bar, shaking his ass for dollars. But Rosemary had been very definite that Brett and Glynis were sleeping together. I remembered the look of distaste on her face when she’d told me.
“Yes, I’m gay.” He spread his arms apologetically-still managing to flex every muscle as he did so. I was beginning to see what Davina had meant.
“Rosemary said-“
“That one?” He interrupted me, making a face. “Please. You can’t believe anything that crazy bitch says.” He spat the words out.
“Why do you say that?”
“Well, she’s a freak, man.” He shrugged. “She was always coming in during our sessions, for one thing. It drove me crazy, her always interrupting like that.” He laughed. “Even if I was straight, there was no way I could have been fucking Glynis during our sessions. Rosemary never left us alone long enough for that, you know what I mean? We would have had to do it in like five minutes or less.” He grinned at me. “And I take longer than five minutes.”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Arrogant was putting it mildly.
He went on, “And she was overly friendly-even though I made it clear to her that I was gay from the very beginning. You know how some women never seem to get the message?”
“What do you mean by overly friendly?”
He sighed. “You know what I mean-I’m sure you get it too. You know, straight women who always talk about your muscles, how hot you are, wanting me to flex for her…I mean, at first it was flattering, I can’t say that it’s not. I kind of felt sorry for her-Glynis seemed to really keep her hopping. She told me she was relatively new in town, didn’t know anyone, so I kind of always tried to be nice to her. But it was like she took my being nice the wrong way. She started buying me presents. At first, it was just kind of sweet, you know what I mean? Nothing inappropriate, just really nice stuff, like she always had the kind of protein bars I liked. She would have a protein shake ready for me when Glynis and I were finished. She would call me all the time-on the stupidest pretext, like always to verify my appointment times and stuff like that, which didn’t make a lot of sense, because I always did that with Glynis every day before I left. I’m a professional, you know? But at first, it was kind of sweet. I figured she was just lonely and wanted someone to talk to. Then it started getting really weird.” He hesitated. “She bought me underwear-which was weird enough-and then would say something like, ‘would love to see you in it’…you know that kind of thing. Would I pose nude for her?” He shook his head. “It started really creeping me out. I let it go as long as I could. Finally this week I told her she had to stop buying me things and calling me all the time. And then she turned on me. She told Glynis I’d said some inappropriate things to her.”
“Inappropriate how?”
“She claimed I was always, oh, I don’t know, saying suggestive things to her? Commenting on her figure and so forth, and it was making her uncomfortable and nervous to be around me, the lying bitch. She was the one sexually harassing ME.” He sighed. “I mean, I should be used to it by now-being sexually harassed, I mean. Just because I have this body doesn’t mean its okay to hit on me, you know.”
I bit my tongue. “Did you confront her about it?”
“No.” He wrinkled his forehead. “Glynis told me about it that morning. Man, I was pissed.”
“What did Glynis say about it?”
“Well, Glynis thought the whole thing was ridiculous. She said she hired me specifically because I was gay- she’d had a bad experience with a straight trainer once, and said she would only hire gay ones from then on. She said she was telling me about it, not because she was mad, or anything, but she thought I should know. She said she would have a talk with Rosemary about it. She told me she would make sure from there on out that Rosemary wouldn’t be there when I came by.”
“How did Rosemary act toward you that morning?”
“She ignored me-the way she had ever since I asked her to stop.” He rubbed his eyes. “She would open the front door and just walk away, not even acknowledge me, which you know, was fine with me, the crazy bitch. Chanse, it was fucking freaky the way that woman acted. It may not seem weird to you, but she gave me the creeps. It’s nothing I can put my hand on-but…”
I steered the conversation back where I wanted it to go. “Glynis never said anything about Freddy Bliss to you?”
“No. I told you, we never talked about her private life. I tried once to get her to open up about stuff-personal trainers are kind of like therapists. You get to know your clients and their business really well, if you know what I mean. So, I thought it was kind of odd that Glynis never really talked, you know? But she shut me down completely. In a way, it was kind of insulting-you know, made it very clear to me that I was staff, not a friend.” He laughed. “In a way it was cool, though. I do get tired of listening to all that boring shit from clients. But you know, she was a star. She knew famous people. I wouldn’t have minding getting gossip from her.” He snapped his fingers. “I remember what it was. I asked her if Jared Heath”-one of her co-stars from
I took a business card out of my wallet and handed it over. “If you can think of anything else, give me a call.”
“You sure you don’t want a trainer?” He asked, smiling at me. Brett looked me up and down again. “We can turn you into a god in no time.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said, adding to myself,
I walked out of the gym, my mind racing ahead. Davina had been right-I couldn’t remember the last time I’d met such an arrogant peacock. It was entirely possible Rosemary was just being friendly. He, of course, expected everyone he met to want to sleep with him, and would always misinterpret friendliness.
But why had she lied about him sleeping with Glynis? Revenge, because he’d asked her to stop buying him things?
That didn’t make a lot of sense. Maybe she
I was in the neighborhood, so I headed over to Jephtha’s. It was early for him-since Abby worked late nights he kept the same hours. I parked in front of his house and knocked on the door. The dogs started barking. I was just starting to think I should have called first when I heard the deadbolt turn. The door swung open, and Jephtha grinned at me. “Dude, I’d hate to see the other guy.” He yawned. His hair was standing up in every direction. He was wearing Saints sweats.
“He looks fine now, but that’s because I didn’t have a fair shot at him The next time, he’s losing his teeth.” I walked past him into the house. “Did I wake you?”
“Shhh, keep it down, Abby’s still asleep.” He yawned again. “You want some coffee?”
“No thanks.” I shook my head. “Sorry to get you up.”
“I haven’t been to bed yet.” He led me back into the computer room. He handed me a folder full of paper. “You know me, once I got started digging, I couldn’t sleep until I got everything you wanted.” He yawned and stretched
