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into a lotus position where the legs were crossed in front of the body, the spine was straight, and the hands clasped palm-to-palm at heart center.
    “I want to thank you all for coming in today and sharing your yoga practice with me, as I have shared mine with you.” Slowly I made eye contact with every person attending, giving them each a bit of my soul. “The light in me bows to the light in you. When I am in that place in me, and you are in that place in you, we are one. Namaste .” I bowed low to the ground, hand to my forehead.
    I send each and every one of you light, love, and happiness.
    A chorus of “ Namaste ,” a traditional respectful Eastern Indian greeting, filtered through the room, filling the space with a sense of unity and serenity.
    When I sat back up, I smiled and thanked the class once more. I turned and met the hazel eyes of the first man in a long time to make me feel something other than a friendly connection. No, nothing I felt for Trent Fox was anywhere near the realm of friendship.
    Trent grinned, his dark espresso-colored hair a wild mess of layers against his crown. He shook his head, a lock falling into his face as he pulled together his things and approached the platform.
    “Gumdrop, that was an epic experience. We must do that again…privately.”
    He scanned my form as if he were applying lotion all over, making me feel soft and womanly. I sucked in a jagged breath.
    I answered the only way a girl could when one of the sexiest men alive was standing in front of her, all muscle, heat pouring off of him, and sweat glistening on his skin like a sprinkling of glitter.
    “What did you have in mind?”

Chapter Three
    Cat Pose (Sanskrit: Marjaryasana)
    Cat pose loosens the tension in your spine, often giving relief to a sore back. It is especially helpful to those who have sedentary lifestyles. To get in this pose, place your knees hip distance apart, your arms straight down in front of you, shoulder width. Start with a flat, straight spine, curl spine toward the sky, tuck the tailbone, and suck in the navel.
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    GENEVIEVE
    T rent grinned , licked his lips, and bit down on the plump flesh. I bit back a whimper as I watched, fascinated by every miniscule movement. He shrugged, brought a hand up to his chin, and rubbed a hand across it.
    “I’m thinking some private lessons are in order. That class”—he huffed and put a hand to his thigh where he gripped, hard—“was no joke. As much as it hurt—and, gumdrop, it hurt more than I’d like to let on—I know I need it. If I had the one-on-one time, I’m thinking maybe you could help with the pain.”
    A blast of raw desire hit me. A bead of sweat trickled down my spine like a silky caress as I thought back to the fantasy I’d had at the end of class and what “helping” with the pain in a variety of other ways could entail. “How so?”
    He chuckled. “By…uh…not making it painful?”
    I closed my eyes and smiled. “Rebuilding the strength in that leg after a tear and surgery isn’t going to be pleasant.”
    Thinking about this beautiful man in pain day in and day out sent a pang of guilt. My own thoughts had been far from decent. A good yoga teacher should be more worried about the client and helping him heal physically and emotionally from whatever ails him, not imagining doing the naked pretzel in a private room. I added a mental reminder to mediate on this issue later with Dara, our resident meditation guru at Lotus House. She’d be able to help me find a sense of clarity when my hormones were going wacky over one ridiculously hot male client. This couldn’t be the first time a teacher had felt something for a client, and as far as I knew, dating the clientele wasn’t technically against the rules.
    Trent’s eyes seemed to glide all over my form. “Oh, I don’t know, if I had someone who looked like you, wearing what you are, while I suffered through each pose… It would definitely make the process more bearable.