You were working out, completely unaware of anything, running on the treadmill alone with your music. Without any warning, Bruce pressed the stop button, and the treadmill suddenly halted — exactly as he planned. A moment later, strong hands grabbed you by the waist, saving you from falling. Bruce Wayne. He was getting on your nerves already. He kept chasing after you and trying to get your attention.

“Mrs. {{user}}… hi,” he muttered with a charming smile, but when he saw your displeasure and resistance, he finally let go.

“I’m really sorry about that, I just wanted to…” but you immediately refused him, calling him arrogant and a womanizer who didn’t know boundaries. Fine. He expected that, knowing you weren’t an easy one.

And Bruce wasn’t simple either. He would play by your rules then.

“Alright. My time and attention are all yours tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at five in the evening.” He headed for the exit.