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find.  The man knocks the wind right out of my lungs.  He is quite possibly the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on.  William, who is sitting right next to him, is no slacker in the looks department, but this man is everything that William isn’t.  Tan skin, deep green eyes, unruly dark hair, and a rugged jaw frames the man who extends his hand to me.
    “It’s Nico, nobody calls me Nicholas except this guy ,” Nico motions to William with his thumb, “my mother, and my priest.”   He reaches over the table and extends his large hand to me. My petite one gets lost in his and it feels like I’m shaking the hand of a man with a baseball glove on.  His handshake is firm and warm and he looks directly into my eyes as he speaks, a slightly cocky smile on his face.  I feel the warmth spread from our joined hands through my body and parts of me tingle as the heat finds its way to my most private of areas.
    Nico.  The sexy name matches the sexy man.  It isn’t lost on me that it must kill William to call the man Nico, knowing he has such a befitting formal name available to him.  But I think Nico matches the man before me much better than Nicholas.  I’m staring at him, but not just because he is utterly gorgeous, I feel like I know him from somewhere.  Even the name is familiar, Nico Hunter.  I’m sure I know him from somewhere, but the appointment had been with Nicholas Hunter and that name didn’t ring any bells.
    “Elle ?” William calls my attention back to him.  I hope I wasn’t staring for too long.  And did I have my mouth hanging open too?  That would just be rude.
    “Nicholas, umm Nico, has an endorsement contract that he wants out of.   My firm has taken a look at it, and it looks ironclad to us from a contract prospective, but we thought maybe you could apply the Weiland case to this.”
    Interesting.  Weiland was a case that I wro te a paper on in my last year of law school that was published.  It was a big deal for a student to get published outside of law review, so I’m not surprised that William remembered the case.   The case was about an athlete who had a three-year endorsement contract with a company that sold an energy drink when he signed the contract, but later merged with another company.  The other company manufactured a drink that was marketed as a drink to mask the use of performance enhancing drugs.  Weiland didn’t want to be associated with a company that touted masking performance enhancing drugs from testing. Unfortunately his contract was airtight.  But in an ingenious move by his attorney, rather than sue alleging one of the contract terms was invalid, which he would have lost, they sued based upon a violation of the contract’s moral clause. 
    So Nico is an athlete of some sort?  That’s not surprising by the way he looks.  He’s a large man and I can tell he’s in great shape even with a suit covering his body.  “Why don’t you give me a little background, Nico?”
    I can’t wait to hear his story for some reason.  It’s more than just for a prospective case, I’m curious who the man is in front of me. 
    Nico starts out by telling me that he is in mixed marital arts. I don’t really know what that entails, but I assume he means some sort of karate expert. As he talks I try to take some notes, but I find myself staring at him, unable to move my eyes to the paper to write.  When he speaks, he looks directly into my eyes and it makes it even harder to break our gaze.  I forget William is sitting right next to him.  There’s no one in the room but me and the man with the deep green eyes who won’t give me a break from the intensity sucking the energy from my body.
    Regina enters the room with coffee for our guests and I ’m grateful for the break as Nico turns his attention to Regina to say thank you.  When Nico turns his attention back to me, I glance up at Regina who looks back from the door then looks between me and Nico and