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the perfect place to get to know Devlin and not let go of all of my morals. Seeing him in person again last night reminded me of how undeniably handsome he is. The fact that he chased me down and gave me a phone solidified my attraction. I wanted to rip his clothes off when we were on the dance floor; now, I want to be a record on his turntable. Even though Devlin would have gladly followed me home, I remained chaste. I walked to my car alone, walked into my home alone, and went to sleep alone.
    I made it to the class early to scope out the place and speak with the teacher, Mandy, the granddaughter of a woman we used to clean houses for. There were plenty of people that I never got to meet that my grandmother worked for, but I got to spend time at the Gardner home with Mandy.
    Several women chatter as they stretch their bodies in warm up, showing off their skills and limber muscles. I place my mat near the seemingly friendly women.
    “Good morning,” I say to the women.
    A sneering smirk spreads across the one lady dressed in blue.
    “Are you new? Did you know that this is an advanced class?” she asks in a nasally voice.
    “It took us six months to get into this class,” the other adds.
    Maybe I should have chosen a different strategy to get him to relax. In order for this to work, he has to believe that this is something that I do regularly. When Devlin asked to see me last night, I wanted to sing in chorus, “Yes. Hell yes!” But I remembered my home training and the fact that this is a job, and a job only. I figured that yoga will help him de-stress a little and provide a gateway for us to eventually talk about his life and past. I have to treat him like any other client, even though this isn’t like any other circumstance. And one of the reasons that I am so successful is that I am able to build a relationship of trust with my clients.
    I leave the leering ladies and make my way over to Mandy.
    “I’m glad you decided to come!” she cries, shaking her blonde locks and reaching in for a hug. “I sure miss your wonderful grandmother. Her advice, with a side of her precious pecan pie, was a life saver.”
    “I still miss her.”
    “But one thing is for sure, you can’t miss my wedding,” Mandy adds, shoving a major diamond engagement ring into my vision.
    “Wow, that’s a big rock,” I exclaim, touching the dangling ring that hangs on her thin finger.
    “What about you? Any prospects?” she questions with a hop. “I remember that there was—” she paused in thought, “Lance. That’s his name. How are you and him?”
    I recall the guy that everyone, including my grandmother, thought that I would spend the rest of my life with and shake my head.
    “We aren’t—”
    “Ayron,” Devlin chimes as he enters the studio dressed in workout attire. Others filter in behind him, filling up the studio.
    The showy female students stop in mid-pose, and Mandy’s mouth nearly drops from her face at the sight of him.
    I smile.
    Those stretchy chicks may be able to touch their noses to their toes, but they don’t have access to a man like him, even if it is only temporary for me.
    “Good morning, beautiful,” he says, sliding a hand around my waist.
    “Good morning, Devlin.”
    “Hello, handsome.” Mandy bounces with a smile.
    “It’s starting time,” one of the students reminds her.
    Mandy peeks at her watch and makes her way to the front of the room.
     
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    The meditation position, sitting still with legs folded next to Devlin, is easy, and I feel confident that this will go well.
    “You got it?” I question my folding friend to the left of me.
    “It looks a little easier on television,” Devlin says, with one leg still pointed forward. “Don’t worry, I’m very agile.”
    As the class progresses, so does the difficulty of the moves.
    The welcome crew of ladies throw side glances in my direction as they contort their bodies with ease into the positions that Mandy calls by name.
    “I’m