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    After dinner, Rita popped by to help with the dishes.


    As they rinsed and stacked tes, Rita asked, “Ms. Russell, have you been practicing those techniques I taught you?”


    “Of course.” Ste nodded. “I’m already seeing results!”


    Rita looked pleased. “Your condition really is above average. I have no doubt you’ll do great.”


    Ste grinned. “Honestly, I think I’m in better shape than Mr. Briggs. Maybe you should take him along next time for some training.” She nced toward the living room where William sat, sipping tea.


    Her eyes narrowed yfully. Given William’s physique, could he be the bottom in his rtionship?


    William couldn’t hear them, but he caught her looking at him—with this ridiculous mix of sympathy, mockery, and curiosity.


    It irritated him. What kind of thoughts was she having about him?


    After everything was cleaned up, Rita left with William, and Ste finally got to rx.


    She showered and slipped into bed.


    She threw on a movie she’d been meaning to watch for weeks.


    By the time the credits rolled, it was already 1:30 a.m.


    She groaned, tossed her phone aside, and pulled the nket up to her chin—only for the screen to light up again.


    It was a message from William.


    She assumed it was something work-rted.


    But when she unlocked the phone, the message simply read—”How about a gym session together tomorrow?”


    Ste paused, mildly surprised. Had William overheard her conversation with Rita yesterday and actually taken it to heart? Was he really feeling insecure about his fitness? She tapped her keyboard and typed back a simple, “OK.”


    It was the weekend anyway—no institute, no meetings—so hitting the gym with William didn’t sound like a bad n.


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    As she stepped out of the elevator and made her way into the fitness center, Ste instinctively reached for her phone to let him know she’d arrived. But before she could even open their chat, her eyesnded on a familiar figure already on the treadmill, soaked in sweat and fully in the zone. Wait—was that William?


    She walked over, and right then, he slowed the machine and stepped off, his gaze meeting hers without missing a beat. “Good morning, Ms. Gilbert,” he said, calm andposed.


    She gaped at him, totally caught off guard.


    William was dressed in full-on athletic wear—tight, form-hugging, utterly unforgiving. The kind of gear that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The fabric hugged his chest and arms, clearly outlining sculpted pecs and solid biceps. His legs—long, lean, and muscr—looked built for power and bnce. Every inch of him looked strong and very much in shape.


    So much for yesterday’sment about him being out of form. Yeah, that had definitely been nonsense.


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