What the Prince Wants. Jules Bennett

me what your goal is,” he said, resting a hand on the rail of the treadmill. “Are you wanting to lose weight, tone up or just work on feeling better about yourself?”

      “All of the above.”

      A wide smile stretched across his face. The combination of those bright blue eyes and that knee-weakening smile could have any woman throwing all morals and professional behavior out the window.

      “Let’s get started,” he said, clasping his hands together.

      An hour later, Darcy was questioning her sanity and wondering why she’d let those sexy, dark-skinned muscles sway her judgment. How in the world did she think she could keep up? This man was obviously in shape and she was obviously...not.

      She resisted the urge to bend over and pull in much-needed air to her overexerted lungs.

      “Ready for more?” he asked, hands on his hips, devastatingly handsome smile on his face.

      She sent him a glare. “I’m not a masochist.”

      “You’re honest,” he replied, using his T-shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow. “I prefer honesty.”

      “That makes two of us.”

      He moved over to the small refrigerator in the corner of the room and pulled out two bottles of water. After handing her one, they both uncapped the drinks and took long pulls. Water had never tasted so good.

      “So why the nanny business?” he asked, propping his foot upon a workout bench. His elbow rested on his knee, the bottle of water hung between two fingers. “Because you’re an amazing cook. Dinner was pretty damn delicious. All of the meals have been great, but tonight’s was my favorite.”