The text, the kiss yesterday he stole while he came in my office before I left, the entire weekend and all that he’d done—none of it felt real. Which was why, when I chatted with Abby last night and made plans to see her when I was home, I hadn’t mentioned what was happening with him. Maybe by then I could.

The floor was mostly quiet as I walked the short distance to Brock’s office. At this time of day, most of the staff were either on the gym floor or on the second level, but since the offices had closed tonight for a long five-day weekend, I was sure some had already snuck out. Tucking my hair back behind my right ear, I slipped into his office.

“Close the door behind you,” he ordered when I stepped in.

Stomach flipping all over the place, I did as he demanded. “What’s up?”

Brock hit a few keys on his keyboard and then pushed his chair back from the desk. His gaze drifted over me, and he had this way of looking at you that made you feel like you were stripped bare and completely exposed.

He didn’t say anything. He just sat in his chair, his position the epitome of arrogant laziness, as he eyed me.

I stopped by one of the chairs, feeling my cheeks start to warm. “You getting ready to train with the guys?” I asked, noting the nylon pants and Lima shirt. He hadn’t been wearing that the last time I’d seen him.

“For a bit,” he answered, resting his arms on the chair and clasping his hands together. “But that’s not what I want to talk to you about.”

“Okay?”

A mysterious, sexy little half-grin appeared on his lips. “Come here.”

I hesitated. “I am here.”

“Closer,” he added, nodding toward his desk.

My gaze flew to it. Did he want me to sit on the desk? Well, that seemed wildly inappropriate.

His chin dipped and he waited patiently while I either worked up the nerve to make my way over to him or run out of the office, my face the color of a tomato.

“I’m not going to bite.” He paused and then added, “Not right away, at least.”

My lips pursed together and then I glanced over at the door. It was closed. No one would walk right in. No one here would dare barge into the Beast’s office.

Brock was still waiting on me.

Calling on every ounce of courage I had, I forced my legs forward. To some, this wasn’t a big deal, but with Brock, I was way out of my element. Hell, with most guys I was way out of my element. The whole time my heart pounded. I walked around the edge of the desk and stopped in front of him. My gaze dipped, and I sucked in a deep breath that went nowhere.