One of the best joys I have after a long day of work is to be able to go to the gym and work out all the stress in my body.

Its how I stay in peak physical shape after all. I’m a perfect male specimen. When I’m at the gym I’m focused and I’m getting results. I’m used to the stares I get from the women who lick their lips because they want to fuck me. Yeah, keep looking. I’m getting my body ripped and staying at the height of health.

As you can imagine, I’m pretty fucking beat when I get back to my condo. I use the GymSpaSium that’s attached to Clarendon Tower. It’s the most comprehensive and elite of all gyms in the city and its run by my good friend Colt McCoy.

But one thing I don’t do at the GymSpaSium is shower. Which means I’m a stinky mess when I walk in the door this evening.

I need to shower and get ready. I have another date with Ashley tonight. This time we’re going to a Japanese teppanyaki place in the Lower East Side. It’s supposedly all the rage and I can’t wait to get Ashley alone.

Obviously the last time we went to dinner we got a little side tracked with the whole Jeremiah Hoody thing that started this whole man versus woman furniture mogul mess. But tonight I’m going to fuck Ashley.

Hell if things go well I could see Ashley becoming my girlfriend.

But I don’t want to jump the gun just yet. I’m still an independent bachelor. A very fucking eligible bachelor at that. Having an exclusive girlfriend at this point might cramp my style a bit.

But let’s face it. Ashley is one hell of a woman.

I mean, she’s got it all. She’s got a cute fucking body. It’s fucking gorgeous. Those tits I could just suck on for days. But her slender body leads to an amazing ass. It’s luscious and tight. Her legs are insanely beautiful. Her face is like an angel.

But it’s not just her fucking body that makes me think about her nonstop.

It’s her mind. I’ve never had banter with a chick like I do with her.

I’ve never had a girl that I can’t stop thinking about. I know she’s a strong woman. And I love that about her. It makes it like dealing with an equal—not someone who won’t have any opinion and be fucking subservient to everything I say.

In a way it reminds me of Tess and Austin.

Those two might be fighting it out for who gets to outfit Clarendon Tower but it seems that Austin and Tess have a deeper connection than I ever thought possible.

I mean Tess is hot. There’s no fucking doubt about that. And Austin has never had a problem with catching women’s eyes. They would be really good together. I see that. I’m pretty sure Ashley sees that.

So why don’t they see that?

Why don’t they see that they’re pretty much the same type of person. Both of them are strong alpha personalities. They’re both larger than life. They’re both committed to doing anything to win.

It’s like they were fucking made for each other.

I’m in my condo contemplating this as I look through my phone when there’s a knock at my door.

It’s one of the interns from Draper Pierce. He’s drops off a file he’s been researching that I requested that I’ve been waiting for all day.

Want to know what it is? Well, baby, you’re not going to believe this.

I have in my hands the secret weapon that’s going to help Austin win this contest that he’s going through right now. See, Austin is my boy I’d do anything for. He asked me to help him find some resources. So of course I’m going to hook him up.

Sure Tess might be nice and all but Austin and I go way back–all the way to when he first moved into Clarendon Tower. I’ve always known he was a driven dude but seeing him put in the hours in his company and turn that shit around I couldn’t help but to feel respect for the guy and his work ethic.

And once I started to hang out with him and get to know him, I realized he was just an overall fun guy.

I look through the file.

Giovanni Giannoni is the premier bedroom furniture designer in the world. His designs can be seen everywhere from Buckingham Palace to the White House. Donald Trump used his designs to outfit Trump Tower when he first built it. Throughout the world, this dude has designed bedrooms for houses and sets that the super-elite have celebrated. Kings and queens. Heads of state. Corporate chieftains. You fucking name it, he’s done it.

He’s very famous for designing bedroom sets. And his signature piece is the headboard. The guy is like the Picasso of headboards. Some of his shit goes for millions of dollars by the time a manufacturer is lined up to produce his pieces. He’s notoriously hard to track down and very particular about who he works with.

So if Austin plays his cards right, then some of that million dollar design work will come to Clarendon Tower because Oakmont can manufacture it.

Think of how amazing that shit would look in this condo. We’d be the envy of not just New York City but the entire fucking world.

I’m thinking of what it’ll be like to go to a party where I meet a cute chick who asks me where I live. I’d tell her Clarendon Tower. Her eyes would go fucking big and she’d go on about how she heard it was the most celebrated building in the city.

But every time I try to imagine who the girl I’m talking to would be…it’s Ashley.

Which really kind of makes this daydream fucking confusing because I mean Ashley already lives here, you know?

Just as I’m thinking this, I hear another knock at the door.

This time it’s Ashley.

“Are you still not ready yet?” she asks with a smile.

I look at the time as I reply, “You’re at least an hour early.”

“Maybe I wanted to catch you mid-prep,” she says as she walks in, giving me a chance to look at her ass. She’s wearing a short and tight black dress that really hugs her curves in a way that leaves almost nothing to the imagination.

Looking at her…wow. I have no fucking words.

“You look fucking gorgeous,” I tell her, taking a step closer.

“And you look fucking sweaty,” she tells me, taking a step towards my kitchen with a smirk. “Now go get ready!”

I’m a bit surprised that she came over this early. Does she not know this is a date? Wouldn’t she want to wait and see me at my best?

“You want to join me?” I ask, smiling broadly.

I can see Ashley look me up and down and I know she likes what she sees.

“It took me forever to get into this dress,” she says coyly.

“It’ll take me just a minute to get you out of it,” I tell her.

“But then we’d never leave,” she hits back.

“And?” I ask, taking another step closer.

“Well I’m hungry,” she answers.

I take a deep breath. I can smell her perfume. It’s driving me insane.

“I can give you something to put in your mouth,” I say, looking her in the eyes.

There’s a moment between us. Her eyes are blinking as she looks at me with a sideways grin, playing out a Morse code of desire and lust.

“Okay, horndog,” she says finally, clearly conflicted. “Go get ready. Shower!”

She pushes me away, but her hands linger for a just a second longer than they need to.

I put my file down on the kitchen counter. “Yes ma’am,” I say with a laugh and head to the shower.

My cock is as hard as a fucking rock.

I’ll get Taylor the Giovanni file tomorrow.

Tonight, it’s time to get ready for an evening with Ashley.

Who…yes, might just be the one.