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Everyone in the room stood and rolled up their yoga mats. She did the same, but it took a few
tries because it kept going cockeyed.
Several women approached Trey before Devon had the chance. They fawned all over him
under the lame pretext of asking his opinion on various poses. Devon crossed her arms and glared at
them.
Was this your first class?
Devon dragged her gaze from Trey to find the instructor staring at her expectantly. She
shrugged. I guess it s pretty obvious. Sorry if I ruined anyone s flow.
I m glad you joined us. The petite blonde gave a warm smile. Everyone is welcome, no
matter what their level of experience. Yoga is a personal practice, so don t worry about anyone
else s flow except your own. She patted Devon s arm. It s fortunate you came just in time. This
class is always full, and sometimes we have to turn people away.
I m sure, Devon replied dryly. And she guessed Trey had a lot to do with that exorbitant
turnout. Hell, even she d endure an hour of contortionism to ogle Trey if she didn t already get to see
him on a daily basis.
Well, I hope you ll come back.
I d rather eat glass. Thanks.
A broad hand rested on her lower back and sent electric tingles up her spine. Great session,
Melody, Trey said in his deep, resonant voice.
Nice to see you, Trey. As always. The instructor turned her attention to another attendee.
Swallowing the sour taste in her mouth, she said to Trey, I take it this is a Saturday ritual for
you.
He nodded. So what did you think?
I think next time we should try kick-boxing.
He gave a short laugh. Not your thing, huh?
No, it wasn t relaxing. Sorry.
Leaning down, he whispered in her ear. Then I ll have to give you a massage later.
Desire ignited and burned away her jealousy. That sounds tempting. With a flirtatious tone,
she added, But I only go for full-body messages.
He smiled against her temple. That can be arranged.
And I want the full hour.
The sexy stubble on his jaw scraped her cheek. What if I feel like going longer?
Sexual anticipation ignited her veins. I ll try to endure.
Once I get my hands you, you might not have a choice. He squeezed her waist. I ll come by
your house around seven.
I ll write you into my appointment book, she said with a coy smile.
His gaze turned smoky. While you re at it, cancel any other plans you have.
Oh, really?
I like to take my time. His thumb slid beneath the waist of her leggings and traced her panty
line. I m very thorough.
Oh, my God, take me now. I look forward to testing that theory.
Then I suggest you stop working for the day. Go home, get some rest.
Why?
His eyes glittered with heated promise. Because you won t be getting much sleep tonight.
Chapter 6
As much as Trey had wanted to take Devon back to work, lead her up to his office, and defy
several ethical codes of conduct with her on his desk, he d forced himself to wait. Even though he
suspected the anticipation just might kill him. Their sexual innuendos in the yoga studio had sent
desire soaring through his veins, and his blood still hadn t cooled.
After nodding to the nighttime security guard and stowing two sets of blueprints in his trunk, he
drove out of the Soren Security parking lot and headed to the construction site of his contractor. He d
had revisions drawn up by his architect, stamped and approved by the city, and he wanted his
contractor renovating his house as soon as possible.
Cranking the top down on his car, he passed Confluence Park, where joggers and cyclists made
colorful crisscrossing patterns as they passed each other. Two young families were setting up picnics
alongside dozens of dog-walkers and some coeds playing Frisbee. Then he stopped at a red light and
absently watched a troop of little kids cross the street with three chaperones herding them along the
crosswalk. He smiled as they marched single-file into the Children s Museum.
Trey looked forward to his own kids enjoying the benefits of living in Denver. The green parks
and wilderness trails. The great schools. The museums and rich cultural heritage. So opposite to the
dusty haze and crowded neon lights of Vegas. And he d totally be the dad who chaperoned every field
trip. A perk of owning his business. He set his schedule, and he could take whatever flex-time he
wanted.
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