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when the front door opens. I take a huge gulp of my coffee to finish it off. As I’m about to swallow I hear a throat being cleared. Startled I look up into the eyes of the Ace of Spades himself and spit the coffee out over said rock star’s shirt.
        That’s right folks, I just showered the Ace of Spades in a mist of my backwashed coffee.
        Good going Mel.
        I jump up in shock. “Holy crap! You’re… I’m so… I can’t believe I just…” I can’t even complete a sentence. In a normal situation this man would leave me speechless but now that I have absolutely humiliated myself I can’t even form a coherent thought. He’s probably wondering what planet I escaped from.
        He looks down at himself and then up at me as if to say, “Did you really just do that?” and then, to my complete surprise, he starts laughing. Hard.
        Never in my life have I witnessed a man with a case of the giggles. Not only does he have them, but he’s hunched over holding his stomach gasping for breath between giggles. He even starts wiping his eyes because his laughing fit has caused them to water.
        I’m still in complete shock. Not knowing whether I should join in on the laughter or burst into tears out of pure embarrassment.
        He starts to get control of himself but is still gasping for breath “You should… see… your face,” he says between fits.
        My face breaks out into a grin, and I cover it with my hands “I can’t believe I just did that. I am SO sorry!” I am absolutely mortified.
        I begin running around in search of towels or cleaning supplies. Which causes him to fall into another giggling fit.
        I swear I’d be angry by all the laughing if it were someone else, but it’s Ace Caplin. I had always thought he was hot but even pictures and TV don’t do this man justice. He’s at least six-foot-two of hot muscled tattooed glory. He’s wearing a black beanie but I know underneath is short dark brown hair. His sharp jaw with its five o’clock shadow is absolutely lickable. I feel his eyes on me and peek back over my shoulder. Our eyes lock onto each other. His are such a vivid green it’s hard to even remember my own name when I look into them. I’m locked into place until I suddenly remember that I was supposed to be doing something…
        Crap, what was I doing again? Oh. Right. Paper towels.
        I find a door in the hallway that looks like the supply closet. I open the door and find random office supplies and also paper towels. I grab a roll and head back out to the reception area.
        Ace seems to have recovered from his episode. I unroll a handful of sheets and hand a few over to him and then we both begin the task of drying off his coffee stained shirt. Luckily it’s black.
        He grins at me causing a dimple to appear on one side. “Well, I can’t say that has ever happened to me before.”
        I stop drying him off and cover my face in embarrassment again. “Sadly I wish I could say the same.”
        He snorts. “You’re telling me that you’ve spit your drink on random strangers before?”
        I lower my hands and moan. “It was only one other time!” I reply defensively. “What can I say? I spook easily.”
        He throws his head back and lets out a bark of laughter. “That’s putting it lightly.” He shakes his head in amusement. “I can’t remember the last time I laughed this much. I might need to come here when you’re working more often.” He grins devilishly at me.
        I practically melt before I remember that I don’t actually work here.
        “Thanks, I guess, but I don’t actually work here. I’m just filling in for a friend,” I reply sheepishly.
        “That’s too bad, I was having fun with you.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.
        I playfully push on his chest, and he wraps his hands around my dainty wrists. I suck in a gush of air and slowly look up into his