Early morning exercise.

Even if Jonathan wanted to sleep in his brain was hardwired to wake up at 5 am — he rarely got eight straight hours of sleep from his years as a NAVY Seal and as an ER doctor. Luckily he had made sure he did not drink a lot of ****, unlike most of his female colleagues, so he did not wake up with a hangover.

He woke up and noticed there were stains the bed. His eyes widened when he recalled his one-night stand with the beautiful redhead bartender. For a moment he felt a pang of regret but he shook his head and accepted what had happened was for the better — he needed to get laid. He reached over to the nightstand to grab the business card Jen gave him and looked at her phone number. He was tempted to call her but realized she would still be asleep so he grabbed his smartphone and entered her number into his contacts list.

"Call me in two years if you're free," he repeated the last words she had said to him while he ripped the business card in small pieces to destroy the evidence in case his mother was nosy. "Two years..."

He changed into the workout clothes (a tight fitting black t-shirt with "NAVY" across it, jogging shorts, and running shoes) before heading down to the exercise room on the ground floor. He walked out of the elevator and into the lobby where he was greeted with the big smiles and lingering eyes of the two female front desk clerks.

"Is the gym open..." he asked concierge, looking down at her name tag, "...Vanessa?"

"Yes, sir," the beautiful brunette smiled, trying not to stare at his pecs. "It's open 24/7. There are towels but no showers."

"That's fine," he smiled back and headed inside the fitness facility, seemingly either oblivious or ignorant of the female staff's eyes on him. The gym had several treadmills, ellipticals, exercise bikes, and pulley weights machines. He started off with some stretches for his warm-up before jogging on the treadmill.

Jonathan's mind flashed back to the previous day's events — his twelve beautiful colleagues in lingerie, skintight dresses, and bikinis and their flirting. He had handwaved away their flirtatiousness as them having a fun day off from being serious engineers, scientists, and doctors, probably even more so knowing he was always straitlaced and professional. He sighed as he slowed down from running to walking speed on the treadmill. He knew and understood that the entire crew signed up to the Priapus project to be involved in a multi-year experiment and they were to remain professionals throughout but there was the underlining issue to see how they could remaining professional while still being human beings with instinctive desires and needs.

He stopped the treadmill and took a swig of water before moving to the weight machine. "Two years..." he muttered to himself as he set the weights. He had a lot of time and calories to burn before his mother and the girls would be awake.