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their new walking wall well enough for him to take it with him. Kim took control, managing all the details while Blake was able to sit back and pretend to work. It gave him the opportunity to watch her small frame fly around the office. She worked full-time as a personal trainer, which kept her in amazing shape. Her firm ass and thighs were a constant distraction for him, not to mention her sexy arms. He’d never considered arms sexy before Kim, but it was definitely a turn-on.
    It was weird. For the previous two seasons he’d spent a crazy amount of time with Kim, getting to know her, coming to rely on her natural ability to lead a business. She never tried to come off as anything more than who she was—a slightly hyper exercise freak with a sarcastic wit and a wicked sense of humor. Blake needed that sort of stability in his life. Their night together was an unspoken thing between them, something they’d silently agreed not to mention. She wasn’t looking to settle down and he’d been dealing with the fallout of Megs’ cheating. It was amazing how long he’d continued to hurt.
    Megs had done everything in her power to blame him for her infidelity. Blake was forced to question their entire relationship, every word he’d said to her, every action, wondering if she was right. That level of self-doubt had nearly drowned him. It was a Chapter of his life that he’d happily closed with their divorce, one he had no intention of ever revisiting.
    It had taken him a long time to start feeling any sort of interest in women again. While he was a guy, and one whom people assumed could brush anything off, he did have a heart that had been battered and bruised. Megs not only did that, but she’d stomped on it on her way out the door.
    You’re a fucking boring prude , Blake. I need a man who knows what sex is , not just an account book.
    Fine , Megs. You have fun with your new man. I’ll keep the account books and the businesses that go along with them.
    Fine.
    Then there was Kim. She was as different from Megs as night from day. He couldn’t remember a time when she wasn’t smiling or laughing. She treated everyone who came in the door with the same amount of respect and care, setting them instantly at ease. He couldn’t look away from her whenever they were in the same room, which was more than a little distracting. To make matters worse, for the first time since his marriage had imploded, Blake was noticing things he hadn’t in a while.
    Like how perfect Kim’s ass looked in those black yoga pants—and how awesome it looked naked.
    The way her eyes always seemed to sparkle with mischief—like they did when she was stretched out on the floor beneath him.
    And the tattooed script on the inside of her forearm—like the cherry blossoms he knew lived beneath her shirt.
    The ink was a new addition from last year, and had intrigued him since Naughty Nicks opened its doors again. He’d shown enough restraint to warrant a medal, holding back the deluge of questions about what it said, when she’d gotten it. He’d wanted to trace the black words with his finger tips, curious if the ink made her skin feel different or if it would be as soft as ever.
    Bad boy , Blake. No hitting on the staff.
    Except Kim wasn’t exactly staff to him. Not really.
    “Hey boss.”
    Dammit , her shirt shouldn’t gape open like that. All I can see are her boobs. Is that her red bra? He tightened his grip on his pen and forced his gaze to meet hers. “Yeah.”
    “I was going to swing around the Closed sign and turn on the voice mail.”
    Shit, he hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. “No problem.”
    Kim hesitated for a moment, giving him that small smirk of hers while she toyed with one of her brown curls. A halo of stray hairs encircled her head, highlighted by the fluorescent lights behind. It gave her an angelic appearance, despite her devilish smirk. Blake had always been fascinated by the way her hair naturally fell into its curly