Chapter 14: Perfection

The sound of a light groan could be heard as Diego's fist collided with the punching bag, sweat dripping down his hard-toned body. His wet hair was glued to his face, making him look damn hot in his shorts.

Releasing the last punch, Diego's chest heaved as he turned his head to the figure who had just stepped in.

Candy swallowed, and her heart skipped a beat.

"I... I brought lunch," she stuttered. How could the Devil look so good? She watched him drink from his bottle water.

"Did Jameson send you?" he asked, not looking at her.

"Yeah, he had something to do," she replied.

"Drop it," he ordered, and she went to place it on the table. She turned to leave, but his voice stopped her.

"Don't go yet."

Candy turned to face him. He lay on the bench, resting the back of his head on his palm.

"I need a massage," he demanded.

Candy scoffed inwardly. Is he serious right now, ordering her while she was at work? She should have rejected Jameson's offer when he asked. She wanted to refuse, but he sp