Page 85 of Man Vs. Woman
“I have a proposal to make. Adifferentproposal,” he announces, turning toward the residents. “This is Clarendon Tower. And here we don’t make choices like this—at Clarendon Tower, we get to have our cakeandeat it too.” Glancing at me, he winks. “Why should you have to choose between a gym and a spa? Why should you have to drive back and forth all day long, trying to get everything you need to...when you can have it all under the same roof?”
Holy shit—is he saying what I think he’s saying?
“Let me present you,” he walks toward the end of the room, where someone has left a large canvas, a purple cloth draped over it, “GymSpaSium.”
As Colt pulls back the cloth, revealing what’s painted on the canvas, the whole crowd lets out a simultaneousooohh.
Colt doesn’t need to say a word more—not that he could, anyway. Everyone starts clapping at once, the sound of it drowning out whatever it is the vice-president is trying to say.
I stand there, feet glued to the floor, as I try to process what I’m looking at. It’s a sketch of the redesigned retail space on the bottom floor, a large glass entrance with the nameGymSpaSiumscribbled on top in a golden lettering. It reflects the lines of my spa while, at the same time, keeping the personality of his gym.
“Are you in?” Colt asks me, walking back to me.
“Do you even have to ask?” With that, I close the distance between the two of us and fall into his arms. For a moment, I don’t even hear the deafening noise of the crowd. I’m lost in his arms, and the only thing I can hear is the steady beat of his heart.
A heart that belongs to me, and just me.
