A/N: Sorry if you wanted to see some Boyd sexin's, you won't get it in this chapter. D: I just see him as such a white knight and I couldn't possibly sully that view of him. :P There's some definite flirtations though!
There's an old-fashioned boxing gym in your way to the convenience store, all red brick and tattered posters.
You'd gone in there once, feigning interest in work out routines one slow afternoon, but they had all seen through you in an instant. The vast majority weren't interested in what you were selling, turning their attention back to their fights quickly enough, and it seemed that it was destined to be a fruitless venture until one of the younger boxers stepped up to you with a groan and a weary sigh. He was the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome, and he had a predictably monosyllabic name. Boyd seemed like he might be 'of the persuasion' to take you up in the silent offer, but he was much too smart to be roped in so easily.
He chastised you for being so careless with yourself in a place like this, pointedly gesturing at your slim frame and provocative clothing. He may have had a bit of point. This neighborhood was exactly the kind of place to attract the wrong kind of attention and you're pretty sure you wouldn't have much of a chance fighting off someone who didn't take no for an answer. So you walked out of there with a different kind of proposition than the one you had planned, but still one you were inclined to accept.
Now your Thursdays belong to Boyd, a weekly appointment just like all the rest. He never takes things further than they ought to go during some rudimentary self-defense training, but all the same his hands travel the length of your body, his chest ghosts across your back, his breath hot on your neck. You even take tumbles on the floor, though they're never as fun as they could be.
Later you'll learn Boyd's nearly as strapped for cash as you are- he's just chose to sell his body a little differently than you have- and that puts a damper on your flirtation. You don't think he'd ever be foolish enough to waste a payout on your company, but sometimes the way he looks at you….
Men have done crazier things in the name of love and lust.