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“Wait, what are you doing here?” I blurt out.<br /> <br /> I’m shocked. Speechless. Frozen on the spot as I stare at this man and cannot believe my eyes.<br /> <br /> “I know, I’m sorry I didn’t reach out before the interview to warn you,” he says.<br /> <br /> “K.C.?”<br /> <br /> Kace Magnusson. I say the name over and over in my head, but the man standing before me, this gorgeous man clad in a finely tailored light gray suit… I’ve met him before. I just never knew him as Kace Magnusson, I knew him as K.C. I met him one night, about six years ago.<br /> <br /> By the stars, he’s just as attractive as I remember. Sandy blonde hair cut short on the sides. Piercing blue eyes. Square jawline and confident smirk. Broad shoulders and muscular legs that fill in his suit perfectly.<br /> <br /> Oh, God, I can’t believe this.<br /> <br /> “As soon as your résumé landed on my desk, courtesy of my friend Elias, I knew I had to call you in,” he says, standing in front of the windows while he waits for me to get my bearings. Which I’m struggling to do. “Again, I know, a little warning would’ve made this go a lot smoother, but I wasn’t sure you’d want to do the interview.”<br /> <br /> “Um… no, it’s… I need the job,” I manage.<br /> <br /> A cold sweat comes over me as I realize what I just said. My ego is already bruised but let that be a lesson. I need a few more deep breaths as I struggle to maintain eye contact. Kace’s gaze wanders up and down my figure, my curvy figure he knows intimately, as we both clearly remember.<br /> <br /> My cheeks burn hot. My heart is racing. I didn’t expect this. All I can do is offer a polite smile. “It’s good to see you again,” I say. “And thank you for inviting me here.”<br /> <br /> “It’s my pleasure, Amaya,” he says, then nods somewhere to my left. “These are my partners, Finn Bass and Elias Campbell.”<br /> <br /> Shoot, I didn’t even notice them.<br /> <br /> I slowly turn to find two more devastatingly handsome gentlemen sitting in a couple of guest chairs on the other side of the room. They’re big and brawny, just like Kace. Well built, former military, with broad shoulders and a steely vibe emanating from their eyes.<br /> <br /> Finn has light red hair and emerald eyes that seem to drill holes into my very soul, a smile testing the corner of his mouth. Elias, on the other hand, strikes me as the mysterious and brooding type with raven colored hair and equally dark eyes.<br /> <br /> Looking at the three of them together, the differing aspects of their personalities are easily noticeable simply from their choices of clothing and the way they move and interact with one another.<br /> <br /> “Hi,” I say softly. “Sorry. I’m Amaya. Thank you all for this opportunity.”<br /> <br /> “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Amaya,” Finn says as he stands up. He comes closer to shake my hand. The minute we touch, I feel a bolt of lightning shoot through me, all of my nerve-endings dancing within. “Kace says you two have met before.”<br /> <br /> “We did, yes,” I reply.<br /> <br /> I wonder if they know the details of how we met. I was a bartender. He was a patron at the bar, trying to drown away the pain of a devastating break-up. One old-fashioned cocktail led to another, and next thing I knew, K.C. was waiting for me at the end of my shift.<br /> <br /> I was instantly drawn to him, and he knew it. He played his cards just right. It was the best night I ever experienced in the company of a man. Our bodies were in perfect sync.<br /> <br /> But it was a one-time thing. He left early in the morning, long before I woke up. No number. No contact details whatsoever.<br /> <br /> It&#039;s why I never got the chance to tell him…<br /> <br /> “Is everything alright?” Kace asks me.<br /> <br /> I’ve been staring at him for a while without even realizing it, lost in thought. “Yes. Sorry. It’s just unexpected. Of all places.”<br /> <br /> “Let’s go into the executive lounge,” Elias says. “We’ll conduct the interview there.”<br /> <br /> “Don’t be nervous,” Finn chuckles softly. “You’ve already got a glowing recommendation from Mira.”<br /> <br /> “Thank you,” I mumble.<br /> <br /> Kace leads us out of his office and into the executive lounge, constantly stealing curious glances at me. I can’t read his mind, but I’m terrified that he can read mine.<br /> <br /> How do I play this? Do I tell him that our one-night stand resulted in the sweet five-year-old currently playing down the hall?<br /> <br /> “Oh, wow,” I hear myself gasp upon entering the executive lounge.<br /> <br /> It’s a huge room lined with authentic reclaimed wood planks from top to bottom, an abundance of natural sunlight coming through a dozen narrow windows. A large granite conference table sits in the middle, framed by leatherback swivel chairs. There’s coffee and sparkling water waiting for each of us. Upon noticing the beverages, my mouth suddenly feels dry, and I realize how thirsty I am.<br /> <br /> “Have a seat, make yourself comfortable,” Kace says, pulling out one of the chairs for me.<br /> <br /> “Thank you.”<br /> <br /> “I assume Mira has already told you that we’re not advertising the position just yet,” Kace states, and I nod once. “We’re hoping that if you fit the bill, we won’t have to.”<br /> <br /> “Let’s hope I can save you some advertising pennies, then,” I respond, remembering Mira’s words.<br /> <br /> Let’s also hope I’m able to keep my cool and professional demeanor, I think to myself. I’m interviewing for a job I desperately need with the father of my son who has no idea he has a kid, along with his business partners, for heaven’s sake. It was supposed to be a simple Monday, an exciting job interview. Not this complicated situation.<br /> <br /> But I can’t walk away from it, I need the money. Worst of all, the chemistry that Kace and I shared all those years ago is still there, every fiber in my body confirming that it burns brightly as ever.<br /> <br /> Over the span of an hour, I manage to answer their questions as best I can, given the awkward circumstances.<br /> <br /> These men are CEOs of three of the biggest fintech companies in the country, global competitors against major Chinese and European conglomerates. They’re huge players in the stock market, and they spin billions of dollars on a daily basis. They have thousands of employees and I imagine titanic bank accounts, sumptuous properties all over the world, and at least one private jet per capita. Yet they strike me as kind, warm, and easygoing men.<br /> <br /> They seem comfortable around one another. Mira told me they’ve known each other for years, and they served together as Navy SEALs. They were in the trenches before they retired from the service and built their companies in Silicon Valley. The Golden Sequoia Estate is their crowning achievement; their peace of mind. The fruit of years’ worth of labor and love.<br /> <br /> “The people who come here are all middle to top-level management executive types,” Kace tells me. “More and more of our upper echelon clients are bringing their executives over for team-building experiences at least once a week. They have everything they need here to do their jobs and to relax in an environment that is completely different from their offices.”<br /> <br /> “Our fitness and recreation center is the jewel of the estate,” Finn adds. “Top of the line equipment and some of the best trainers in the country. We’ve got celeb trainers coming in every other weekend for special training events. But our yoga section is in dire need of an instructor who understands the GS brand and knows how to apply it.”<br /> <br /> I nod once. “You need a yoga instructor who actually knows yoga and won’t waste your clients’ time with exaggerated amounts of namaste-type mindfulness,” I say. “A yoga instructor who focuses on the physical aspects of the practice and the fitness benefits without ignoring the value of meditation. It’s a fine line that most yogis don’t fully get.”<br /> <br /> “Exactly,” Kace laughs. “We’ve had a couple of instructors over the past year, but it just didn’t work out. One had a habit of burning sage and setting off the fire alarms. The other talked too much. A lot of people claim to be instructors and they’ve got the yoga pants to prove it, but when it comes to the actual practice, they fall short.”<br /> <br /> Elias leans forward, his dark gaze pinning me in my chair. My fingertips itch as I wonder what it would be like to touch that black, short stubble covering his chiseled jaw. “Our clients are tightly wound by the nature of their jobs. You’re not going to get them to sit in the downward dog position for too long, you’ll need a different approach.”<br /> <br /> “A proper program, yeah, that makes sense,” I say. “Well, first of all, I’d keep each session at a max of one hour, dividing that hour into thirty-five minutes of moderate intensity cardio-type poses, and fifteen minutes of mindful breathing and meditation. The first ten minutes of class will be for warmup and stretching. They will get all the benefits within a sixty-minute session without feeling like they wasted their time.”<br /> <br /> The more we talk about the yoga classes and what they hope to further achieve with this place, I realize how passionate these men are about making the retreat a true success, a place where people can feel at home away from home. It’s a fascinating thing to observe; rarely have I met people so devoted to every aspect of their lives as well as to one another. They seem to be perfectly in sync—not just in the fundamental views of life and business, but also in the way they speak to me, each of them making up one-third of a whole.<br /> <br /> As we talk, the more interested I become.<br /> <br /> I want this job.<br /> <br /> It started out as a chance to make things right for myself and Mikey after a disastrous relationship and a handful of wasted years. It is quickly becoming an opportunity to grow in my field, to develop a career I put on hold for the wrong reasons, and to evolve as a woman, as a mother, as a human being.<br /> <br /> “I think it’s fair to say you were right,” Kace says once the interview is concluded. “We don’t need to post a job advertisement.”<br /> <br /> “Really?” I reply, my eyes popping wide with excitement.<br /> <br /> “You seem to fit the bill better than we expected,” Finn says with a broad smile. “Consider it a three-month trial, but I reckon you’ll get the permanent position, Amaya. Your ethos is a match to ours.”<br /> <br /> “Oh, wow, thank you! I won’t let you down.”<br /> <br /> As I shake hands with all three of them, I try to keep my cool with each touch, ignoring the millions of tiny currents buzzing through me. This is great. This is the break I’ve been waiting for.<br /> <br /> “Elias and I have to go into another meeting now, but we’ll see you again next Monday, if you’re ready to start then,” Finn says.<br /> <br /> “Yes, it would be my pleasure.”<br /> <br /> “I’ll take you back to the reception desk,” Kace offers as Finn and Elias leave the executive lounge. I stare at him for the longest of seconds, then smile.<br /> <br /> “I’m okay. I know the way back, thank you.”<br /> <br /> He comes closer, the blue in his eyes glazed in sizzling shadows. I’m paralyzed, unable yet more likely unwilling to move as the scent of his cologne fills my nose. Mandarin blossoms and oriental spices tickle my senses, causing instant heat to pool between my legs. “You’re as beautiful as ever,” he says in a low voice.<br /> <br /> “Thanks, I guess.”<br /> <br /> “Let me escort you back to the reception desk,” he says again.<br /> <br /> “No, no, it’s fine. I know my way back,” I tell him.<br /> <br /> “Nonsense, allow me.”<br /> <br /> I relent. He leads. I follow.<br /> <br /> It’s a natural exchange of energies, his tapping into mine as I allow him to guide me back to the reception building. The magnetism between us—it’s so intense, so uncaring of how much time has passed since we last saw each other. It feels as though it was only last night that we were together, our bodies fused in sheer ecstasy, wrapped in the dark layers of the night. But it’s been six years. I can’t erase that.<br /> <br /> Once we reach the reception desk, and Tanya greets me with a smile, I’m suddenly reminded of my son. Kace’s son. Our son. Shoot. Too late.<br /> <br /> “Miss Nikos trusted us with her son during her interview,” Tanya politely informs her boss.<br /> <br /> Hearing that, Kace turns around, giving me an understandably confused look at the exact same time a retreat employee is approaching with Mikey from the daycare center.<br /> <br /> “Momma!” Mikey exclaims, lighting up like the sun as he rushes into my arms.<br /> <br /> “Hey, honey!” I giggle and let him hug me while the nice lady from daycare waves goodbye. “Did you have fun?”<br /> <br /> “Yeah, they have playdough!” my little man declares.<br /> <br /> “You have a son,” Kace says, a statement more than a question, unable to take his eyes off of Mikey.<br /> <br /> My heart is pounding. I’m terrified that he’s going to figure it out. How could he not? Mikey is the spitting image of Kace Magnusson. “Yeah,” I manage.<br /> <br /> “How old is he?” Kace asks.<br /> <br /> “Uh, four,” I lie and instantly feel terrible about it, but my brain is just trying to protect me.<br /> <br /> “I’m five!” Mikey corrects me. “Silly Momma!”<br /> <br /> I nervously laugh as I take my son’s hand. “They grow up so fast! Anyway, thank you so much for this job opportunity! I’ll see you all on Monday.”<br /> <br /> “Wait, Amaya, let me help—” Kace tries to join us, but I’m already bolting for the doors.<br /> <br /> “No, no, it’s cool, we can manage,” I shoot back. “Have a great week!”<br /> <br /> Mikey looks back at him. I can only imagine what’s going through Kace’s mind right about now, but I’ve already fumbled the ball once, and I can’t afford any further tension or issues at this point in time. My son’s paternity will have to wait. For now, I need the job and I need some peace and quiet.<br /> <br /> Once I’m settled behind the wheel, I feel frustrated tears stinging the backs of my eyes. Mikey happily gets busy with his action figures in the back seat as I pray to God this was the only awkward issue that the universe has planned to send my way.<br /> <br /> “Come on, Amaya. 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