Carmen appeared to be in luck when an unknown woman in a maid uniform met her midway and offered to drop her outside what was meant to be the gym. Thanking the woman for the help, she slid the glass door to the side and stepped in, feeling her shoulders constrict at the familiar scent of someone from the previous night.
There was sweat in the air, mingled with the fresh morning breeze, flowing from the huge archway that seemed to be connecting the gym to the little green garden. Carmen’s pulse skipped a beat when her gaze was drawn to the man doing pushups on the floor, heat rushing up her neck as she fought not to ogle at all the flexing strong muscles across his shoulders and back. It didn’t help that he was only wearing sweatpants and had a lot of sweat droplets on his tanned skin. Eve
