Free Perfect Sense (Perfect Series Book 1) by Amanda Cowen

his face forward and yawns. “Did we wake you?”
    I nod, smiling. “Sure did.”
    Louis blushes. “Err…sorry about that.” He glances from Lyndsey back to me. “Are you hungry? I can make you girls some breakfast.”
    I shake my head. “No, thanks. I’m going to grab a bite on my way to work.”
    Lyndsey smiles up at him, “I’d like breakfast.”
    “Do you like pancakes?” he asks, flicking his blonde hair out of his eyes.
    “Love them,” she grabs Louis by the arm, tugging him back into her room. “But I’m not done with you yet.” She bats her eyelashes at him, then turns and gives me a wave. “Bye, Quinn, have a good day at work.” She blows me a kiss before closing the door behind them.
    When I arrive at the arena, I move quickly, heels clicking one after another, while I scarf down a blueberry muffin. I unclog myself from the elevator, round the corner, and catch a glimpse of the rink through the windows into the empty arena. I stop mid-step, mouth full of muffin hypnotized from the sight of Cash running the stairs, shirtless, with muscles bulging and sweat dripping from his brow. He is so focused, pounding up each step. I swallow my lump of muffin unable to pull my eyes away from Cash’s bare hulk of tattooed muscular mass.
    I watch him hit the top step, bend over and take a drink from his water bottle. He doesn’t know I’m watching him, but when he stretches his groin, shifting from side to side to give me the perfect shot of his ass I swear he can feel my stare fixated on his backside. He straightens up and stretches his oblique’s, placing his big hands on his powerful hips, leaning from one side to the other. I blush, jaw on the floor, entranced by the piece of pure brawn glistening and flexing in front of my eyes. And when his stare suddenly shifts upward in my direction, it’s like he senses my arousal.
    He cocks his head to the side, catching my greedy eyes gawking. He gives me a wink letting a huge self-assured smile touch his lips. Caught red handed and humiliated, I flinch backward, stumbling into something strong and hard. I spin around, a brown stain already blossoming on Theo’s chest. I gape up at him. “Omigod, I’ve ruined your shirt.”
    As I’m apologizing over and over again, Theo uses his tie as a makeshift cloth, dabbing the stain. “No worries, Quinn, I’ve got an extra shirt in my office.” He winks. “You know, for emergencies like this.”
    I start digging in my purse, pulling out some tissues. “Here, at least let me help you dry up.” Stepping closer to dab his shirt. Theo glances down at me, watching me pat his chest dry.
    “It’s okay, Quinn,” he chuckles. “How about you buy me a coffee sometime and we’ll call it even.”
    My gaze shifts upwards to a smiling Theo and his warm brown eyes staring back at me, framed by his dark thick lashes.
    “Okay, what would you like me to get you? I can run down the street to Starbucks right now.” I fumble my way over to the garbage can to rid my hands of the wet and brown Kleenex.
    Theo laughs. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll survive for today. But you owe me this afternoon.” He gives me a wink and walks down the hallway, disappearing into his office.

    The rest of the day at work, my head is not in the game. I constantly update all the Bruisers social media sites, and organize Theo’s calendar, but I still feel like a jittery mess, letting Cash and his sexy body loop endlessly through my thoughts. With a stack of paperwork, a mile-high requiring Theo’s signature of approval for travel expenses for the Bruisers string of out of town games this month, I walk across the hall and into his office. I know I should be internally high fiving myself for my restraint against Cash’s lick able dimples and rock solid frame, but somewhere deep down inside, I can’t shake the magnetizing pull I feel towards him.
    Registering that Theo is now speaking to me, I straighten up a bit, bringing him and his dark framed