Chapter 8

Vivianne Sinclair

My stomach knotted and breath caught in my throat the moment I stepped into the gym.

My eyes swept around, jaw almost reaching the ground at the pack of temptation before me. They were all shirtless, body dripping with sweat, and fuck! Those sexy abs… Fuck! I can't handle this.

“Ms. V…” A familiar voice called. It was Scott. He'd just stepped out of the treadmill, his body dripping wet with sweat.

“You're here…” He stopped before me, his eyes ...