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the
disinfectant wipe from the dispenser mounted on the wall.  I gather my things
and step off the treadmill, making my way to the door.  His very deep voice
stops me.
    “So – that’s it Baby Girl?  Are you gonna leave me hanging?”
    I stop and turn around.  I am so out of my element and
comfort zone.  This man is gorgeous and I have no idea why he is talking to me. 
He is tall – well over six-feet.  His coloring reminds me of melted dark
chocolate.  His head is bald.  His deep brown eyes have a boyish innocence
about them while also conveying a sense of mischief.  His mouth and jaw line
have me almost transfixed.  His jaw is square and sharp with hint of stubble
and his lips look oh so kissable.  His mouth is wide – the top lip is only
slightly thinner than his full and plump bottom lip and he has the cutest ears
that stick out a bit.
    Whereas his face is gorgeous, his body is just downright
sinful.  He is muscular, but not in a beefy weight lifter way.  He looks like
he could be on one of those male fitness models with his fit and lean build. 
He is wearing a gray sleeveless t-shirt with a pair of black basketball
shorts. 
    “No, I am not leaving you hanging.  I am just done with my
workout and now I am leaving,” I answer honestly. 
    He walks closer to me and I can smell him.  He smells
sweaty, but I also smell a hint of something spicy.
    “Well Olivia,” he says.  I love how his voice sounds when he
says my name.  “Would you do me the honor and meet me for coffee later?”
    I am perplexed; he wants to meet me for coffee.  Why?  He
can’t be interested, can he?  I am looking a hot and sweaty mess right now.  So
I ask him.
    “Why?”
    He lets out a laugh in that same deep timbre as his voice.
    “Because I want to get to know you.”  He crosses him arms
across his chest, tucking his hands under his armpits.  The move makes the
muscles in his arms bulge. 
    Oh – OH! 
    See – clueless here. 
    Jacqueline and Taylor are always accusing me of being
oblivious.
    “Oh – okay – sure,” I stammer out.  “Um, when and where? 
    “How about the Starbucks at the end of this block?  Let’s
say – 4pm?”  He flashes that dimpled smile at me again and I have the urge to
fan my face – because I’m hot all of a sudden.
    I nod my head up and down.  I need to get away from him
because he is making me nervous and I don’t want to say something stupid. 
    “Ok – the Starbucks down the block –at 4pm.  I will be
there.”  And because my mama taught me manners, I tack on, “It was nice meeting
you Isaac.” 
    I even manage to give him a smile before I quickly turn and
walk right into a padded pole.  I slam into it so hard, that I bounce off and
land on my ass.  I somehow manage to hang onto my water bottle and iPad though.
    I hear “oh shit” before Isaac is kneeling in front of me. 
    “Hey, are you okay?” he asks me in a concerned voice.
    If I thought my face was warm earlier, it is on fire now. 
He has a big hand on my knee and another on my shoulder. 
    “Olivia?” he asks me again.
    I finally snap out of my embarrassed stupor and respond. 
    “Yeah, I am okay – just completely mortified.  I’m kind of
hoping the ground will open up and swallow me whole though,” I say as I peek up
at him. 
    He gives me a smile that makes me feel light-headed as he
helps me stand.  He still has his hands on me – they are lightly gripping my
upper arms as he looks down at me. 
    “So, I will see you at 4pm right?”  His eyes are serious as
he looks at me.  “Don’t think that this little episode will get you out of
meeting me later.”  He gives my arms a little squeeze.
                   I nod my head because I don’t trust myself to
speak.  Instead of letting me go, he keeps his hands on me and turns me around
– walking me around the padded pole and to the front door.  Once at the
door, he releases his slight grip on me.
    “Be safe