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office.  
    I paced back and forth wondering if she was even going to come in today. After all, I only gave her my card. I knew she needed a new phone. Surely that would be reason enough to come today?  
    Feeling cornered into a stuffy place by media and PR responsibilities, I unbuttoned my suit jacket and shirt to burn off some steam with some pushups. I shut out the world as I slid my earphones in and blasted my music. It was my way to reduce stress. A healthy habit that turned my body over the years into one chiseled and nearly perfected. I wasn’t much of a dieter and chocolate cake was my weakness so I didn’t have an eight pack. But I did have a six-pack, baby!  
    I don’t know what number I was on when I saw pea-green heels in the window’s reflection mixing with the ocean’s view. I threw off my earphones and walked around the cement pillar, panting.  
    “Kate?”  
     

Chapter Three  
    Kate  
     
    The sound of a man panting stopped me in my tracks. Draped over a desk chair were a jacket and a shirt. The grunts and sighs were rhythmic and after five seconds of listening, I feared I had just stumbled upon Atticus’s “happy hour” visit with some woman bent over behind that stone pillar. Feeling completely embarrassed, my cheeks flushed with heat as I determined to turn around now and walk out the door. But the sounds immediately stopped. Oh no, I was caught.  
    Walking out behind a stone pillar in the corner was the stranger I met last night, Atticus. Covered in sweat with one earphone hanging out his ear, the other dangled down his perfect chest. My jaw hung wide open at the sight of him.  
    Dressed in pale, powder-blue slacks, he was shoeless and shirtless as he wiped away the sweat dripping down his face and over his athletic, chiseled muscles. Whoa. I definitely was not expecting this.  
    “Fuck me.” I accidentally said out loud as he wiped the back of his neck with a nearby towel and then spritzed the most delicious smelling cologne over his body as if teasing me with the very act.  
    His eyes darkened.  
    “What did you just say?”  
    “I…was…just…uh, taken back by this view. This incredible view of this suite. It sure is open and spacious.” Phew. I recovered. Hopefully he hadn’t realized I was staring at him with eyes of lust.  
    “Ah, well, thank you. I like an open concept. One that allows me to feel like I have some space up here in the city.” His hand rested on his neck as he turned to face the glistening waters shimmering below the tower. I caught a perfect view of his flat, washboard abs, his cute butt, and then gulped, seeing a hint of white Calvin Klein boxer briefs as he gazed out at the sea, lost in some deep thought.  
     I found it hard to speak with him looking like Ryan Gosling.  
    “Am I interrupting something?”  
    He spun around and smiled at me. “Ah, where are my manners?”  
    He walked toward me and held out his hand to shake my own. “Nice to see you again, Kate.” There was something about his grasp. It was firm but gentle, and I finally got a closer look at those dark eyes. They were brown, yet they were accented with specks of hazel and gold. And he still didn't have his shirt on. My eyes drifted down south to oh, naughty land, but I quickly met his gaze again. Good god, this man was ripped. I definitely was not expecting any of that. Mesmerized by his hotness, I shook myself out of my daze.  
    I was blushing. I could feel the heat on my cheeks. Looking almost pleased, he lifted his hand towards me directing, me to sit down in one of the two chairs that faced his desk.  
    “Please, sit. Sorry, hope you don’t mind,” he said as he began to button his shirt. His voice echoed off the walls of the high ceilings. “Sometimes I like to do pushups to clear my head. I’m not that much of a desk person. It’s never been for me.”  
    “I understand that, actually.”  
    “I need physical activity to keep my mind level, you know?”