~Isabel~
I spent the rest of the afternoon with Chloe in the library, but I wasn't really reading about Law Ethics. My mind was stuck on that text message from earlier from William. A simple
“What's up?”
I had been looking for him the other day to talk about my transition to co-operate department so I texted him to know where he was since I didn't see him around the mansion and he had replied almost immediately that he was at the gym.
It shouldn't have surprised me; nobody gets shoulders that broad and muscles that lean just by sitting behind a desk.
I kept picturing him in that humid gym air, those biceps strained under weights, and honestly, the image was doing things to my heart rate that were definitely not helpful for my studies.
He looked dashing in a suit, like he was born to
