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Blake?! Again?!.
He was in a pair of black tracksuit bottoms and he was bare-chested.
Heather felt heat came up her face not because she was seeing his magnificent body but because she was starting to feel that angry feeling she had for him. He was the most hateful man she had the misfortune to meet. Fate must be playing with her because she never expected him to be the gym owner Pauline told her about. If she was frowning upon seeing him, Blake's face broke into a wide smile. Her friend was eyeing him like he was a juicy steak. She hated to admit it but he really had a magnificent body. His tattoos complimented his hunky frame.
"Hello. I am Pauline." She extended her hand to Blake for a handshake, with a bit of shock.
Blake also looked surprised when he saw Heather but he quickly recovered. He let out a toothpaste commercial smile that could melt even a snow-capped mountain.
"Thank Liz, I will take it from here." he told the receptionist who just smiled and nodded then left. " Hi. My name is Blake Acosta. Your sister has been telling me about you. What took you so long to come here?" He asked and shook Pauline's hand.
Heather snorted. She avoided looking at him. She was pretending to be busy looking around.
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