Her palms weren't covered in calluses like those who'd worked with iron for years; instead, they were smooth and delicate, with only a thin callus visible at the knuckle of her index finger, with moderate pressure.
"Ethan." He reached out and shook her hand, and they separated at a moment's touch.
Then, Jasmine pulled out a matte black card with a very simple yet exceptionally refined design from a very small sports waist pouch and handed it over.
"This is my card." The card featured only a line of elegant gold-embossed font: Jasmine, Chief Health Consultant at The Hudson Residences Private Club.
"Chief Health Consultant?" Ethan raised an eyebrow; this title was indeed novel.
It was the first time he'd heard of such a profession, and he couldn't help but show a hint of curiosity.
Jasmine noticed his confusion and explained, "My profession is quite different from an ordinary fitness coach. I build a personal, fully customized health management program for one specific person."
Ethan became interested: "Oh? How does that work?"
Jasmine explained, "It means during the contract period, you're my only client. I don't take on anyone else."
Ethan let out a silent "whoa" inside, thinking to himself: personal trainers can really run this kind of exclusive setup? Genuinely eye-opening.
However, he didn't say it out loud and continued, "Sounds special. What's the rate?"
Jasmine spoke steadily and clearly, "I have three packages. Package A: customized exclusive meal plans, personalized training and sparring twice a week, $8,000 a month."
She paused briefly and continued, "Package B: everything in Package A, plus full responsibility for the client's daily meal prep and nutrition planning, with home visits five days a week, at $16,000 a month."
Ethan waited a moment but didn't hear the rest. With a mischievous smile, he asked, "So what about the legendary Package C?"
Jasmine's expression didn't change much, but her cool eyes seemed even deeper. She said calmly, "Package C... not taking clients right now."
Damn! You can even play it like this? Ethan was delighted and got it instantly. Not taking orders for now was probably just a way to drive the price up.
In 2014, private coaching fees of $8,000 to $16,000 a month were definitely for a lot more than just workout sessions.
He couldn't say for sure about deep conversations, but some kind of similar physical arrangement probably wasn't out of the question.
As for Package C, that was even more obvious — those who knew, knew.
Jasmine's top-tier figure, looks, and unique blend of mystery and professional polish made her a real showstopper — definitely worth the price.
She was a walking, dazzling luxury.
Ethan held the cool-touch business card, his gaze subtly scanning Jasmine's perfectly proportioned figure, running the numbers in his head.
Currently, his big flat didn't even have a dedicated gym planned out yet... Seems like this could be a "discuss it later" kind of thing.
Ethan took out his phone, quickly swiped his fingertips across the screen, saved Jasmine's number, and then casually dialed it.
"Beep... beep..." After just two rings, a clear, muted buzz came from Jasmine's hand a few steps away.
She seemed to have anticipated this. The moment she looked up, a playful smile carried a hint of triumphant satisfaction: "You move pretty fast, Ethan."
Ethan put away his phone and smiled, "Keep in touch. I'm pretty interested in your Package C."
Jasmine smiled gently, her eyes sparkling like a stone thrown into a lake: "I'm the exclusive health consultant for the high-end club at The Hudson Residences, and I run my own independent studio here. Since you just arrived, would you like to try a session first? On the house — think of it as a little welcome gift."
Her voice was gentle yet carried a certain allure.
Ethan had just started walking toward the elevator, but stopped in his tracks at her words.
He turned around, raising his eyebrows slightly at her: "Oh? A trial session?"
Jasmine's smile deepened, like a carefully nurtured flower blooming.
She instinctively adjusted the straps of her sports bra, covering her collarbone, and said, "Yes, a private one-hour trial, full instruction and hands-on practice, a real taste of it, I guarantee it'll be worth your time."
Her words were professional, but the charm in her smile was hard to ignore.
Ethan's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then he nodded lightly: "Alright, let's give it a try."
Jasmine's eyes lit up with even greater amusement as she gracefully turned to the side and made a "please" gesture: "This way, Ethan."
The two of them left the public area, one after the other.
Just as Ethan stepped out the door, a few low, slightly sour comments drifted from the corner of the equipment area:
"So when's she finally gonna reel in a 'whale'? She's out here hogging the spotlight for the rest of us."
"Shh! Keep it down! But this new guy actually looks like he might be the real deal..."
Ethan's ears keenly caught the words "guy" and "the real deal," and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Seems like things here aren't quite as glamorous as they appear? This realization stirred a trace of amusement in him.
Jasmine's independent studio was indeed small, about four to five hundred square feet, located across from the pool — a quiet retreat amid the bustle. Pushing open the door, a carefully crafted sense of privacy and professionalism greeted him.
The light wood floors were as smooth as new, reflecting soft light from the ceiling fixtures.
A small diffuser in the corner silently released the crisp scent of cedar mixed with a subtle hint of bergamot, effectively cutting through any lingering sweat smell in the space and creating a refreshing yet slightly warm atmosphere.
All the well-maintained fitness equipment was precisely arranged, the dumbbell plates shining like new, and the resistance bands taut and strong. The snow-white towels were stacked sharply like works of art, neatly arranged on the shelves.
"It's not a big space. I hope you don't mind, Ethan." Jasmine closed the door, instantly blocking out the noise outside, making the room even quieter.
"Since it's your first time, what would you like to focus on, Ethan? Or would you rather hear my professional assessment first?" Her voice sounded especially clear in the silence.
Ethan's gaze swept over the compact but well-equipped space, finally settling on Jasmine. Unconsciously, his hand pressed against his stomach: "Let's work on the core first."
"Core strength is the foundation; excellent choice." A professional smile appeared at the corner of Jasmine's mouth, but a trace of understanding flashed in her eyes.
She walked lightly over to a training bench covered in dark gray non-slip leather, and patted the seat with proper form: "Please lie down, Ethan. Let's get started."
Ethan lay down as instructed, but before he could adjust his position, Jasmine straddled his lap.
In an instant, a soft sensation pressed through his sweatpants, making his breath catch slightly.
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