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“Not in Art.” He sits up, a discouraged look on his face.

“I’m the CEO of The New York Press.”

He shakes his head. “I’m not talking about newspapers. I’m talking about the art world. Auctions are huge there.”

“Well, I guess you better sweet talk that enemy of yours,” I say with a pause. “And maybe her brother.”

He winces. “He won’t allow me to fake marry her.”

“Maybe you have your answer, then.”

“I have no other options and I’m running out of time.”

“I’m not worried about him.”

Oliver tilts his head, not understanding my insinuation about me being worried about her. But I now have no more time. He has to leave. “Good luck and try not to hurt her again.”

“It was one time.”

I touch my temple. “Women remember everything.”

“You think?”

I roll my eyes at how young he really is sometimes. “I know. Now let’s get out of here. I have a meeting. Make sure you keep me updated.”

He leaves, and I take a second to breathe from that heated moment with Chelsea. She put herself out there, and,fuck, I wanted to finish what she started on my desk. I'm still trying to control my racing heart and cool down before this meeting.

Chapter 18

Chelsea

I adjust the strapon my tank top, feeling the warmth of the day mixed with a hint of freshness that comes in May. I am currently trying to convince Colby, a dear friend, to join my new team. I’d like to make sure all my employees are also my friends. My previous boss, Colette, did that, and it worked well. The team members were more willing to help in times of need and they also worked harder.

We reach the building's entrance where I show him how to gain access. Once inside, I pause by the elevator doors.

“What hours are you interested in?” I ask, my hand hovering over the elevator button.

I’d like to have a mix of male and female trainers. Who can offer a variety of intensity and styles. Offering diverse trainers and classes will differentiate my studio to others.

“I’d prefer a minimum of three hours, so three classes when I’m on the roster.”

I nod, considering his preference. “I can do that.”

“What are you offering for weekends?”

“I’d prefer to roster people who want them.”

“That would be great. I’d prefer to keep my weekends free to visit my partner, but I’m willing to cover for others when needed,” Colby replies with a smile.

His affectionate look is contagious. It’s that look that fuel’s my desire for love, weddings, and parenthood.

“Long distance?”

He nods.

That sounds challenging. I’m not sure I could handle a long-distance relationship.

“I’ll schedule you Monday through Friday,” I decide, pressing the elevator button. Noting it’s on the top floor, I wonder for a second if Evan’s up there. What’s he doing?

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