Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Shit. Wait,” Saxon replied and walked back to his bedroom.
I closed the door to keep the cold out. When he exited his room, he was holding a jean jacket with fleece lining.
“Here,” he said to me, opening it up. “Put this on.”
I didn’t argue. I liked wearing his coats and smelling him. It was as close as I was going to get to burying my face in his neck and inhaling.
“Thanks. You have a lot of coats.”
“Yeah. Just keep this one.”
I would rather he keep them and let me use them as I needed them. That way, they’d always smell like him. But I couldn’t say that, so I just said, “Thanks.”
We didn’t talk much on the way to the yoga studio, and when we got there, he reminded me he’d pick me up at four. I was inside, hanging up his coat, when he finally pulled away, and I realized he had been making sure I got inside safely. When Saxon was thoughtful, it was hard not to let myself want more. Miss him. Wish I could have what we’d started over two months ago.
I was finishing up my last class of the day and had ten minutes before Saxon arrived to get me. There had been three one-hour breaks where I was free, and I’d gone to the acai bowl place across the street, taken a nap in the mediation room, and read up on my first trimester during those times. The prenatal yoga classes were popular, and now that I was back, they were offering two a day.
“It’s good to see you back,” a deep voice said.
I turned to see Trace, another instructor. He was tall with a lean, muscular build, and his classes were packed with women. Especially the cougars. They loved him. He kept his blond dreadlocks in a bun most of the time and had pale blue eyes. He was also cocky as hell.
“Thanks. It’s good to be back,” I replied as I rolled up my mat—or the one I used here. I didn’t actually have my own mat.
“I might have to take a few prenatal classes if those are the only ones you’re doing,” he said.
I stood up and frowned at him. Was he flirting with me? Sure, he’d flirted with me in the past, but that was before I was pregnant. I had always turned him down when he asked me out too. The guy was a man -whore. He broke men’s and women’s hearts regularly.
“I’m doing prenatal because I’m pregnant,” I told him.
He tilted his head and grinned at me. “I figured. Your tits have always been nice, but, damn, Haisley, they’ve gotten huge.”
I felt my face heat up. I needed bigger tops. He was right. My boobs had gotten much bigger. I’d realized it today when I put on my yoga outfit. I only owned two, and both tops were too small.
“It’s a good thing. Don’t look so upset,” he said, walking closer to me. “You’ve even got more curves going on here,” he told me, placing a hand on my hip. “It’s rounder.” He lowered his voice.
I backed up away from his touch. “Uh, I have to go.”
“You’re gonna want to keep your fucking hands off her.” Saxon’s voice startled me.
My gaze swung to the doorway, and he was standing inside, glaring at Trace.
Oh crap. He couldn’t pull his gun out in here. I’d get fired.
I rushed around Trace and over to Saxon. His eyes hadn’t left Trace’s.
“This must be the baby daddy,” Trace replied, sounding amused.
He had no idea what he was doing. I wanted to yell at him to shut up, but I kept my eyes on Saxon, worried about that damn gun.
“It’s fine. He’s a flirt. He means nothing by it,” I told him, grabbing his arm. “Let’s go.”
Saxon dropped his gaze to me and then to my boobs. He inhaled sharply before his eyes shot back up to mine. “This fucking bra thing is too damn small,” he said through clenched teeth.
“I am aware of that. Pregnancy has upped my bra size.”
His eyes swung back over my shoulder to Trace, who I wished would leave. “Don’t touch her again. That’s the only warning you’ll get.”
Trace’s cocky laugh made me wince. He was an idiot. “I don’t have to force any female. They come after me.”
Saxon’s hand clamped down on my hip and held it firmly before his eyes came back to mine. “Get your things.”
I shook my head. “I’m not leaving you alone in here with him,” I whispered.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “If you’re protecting him, don’t.” The warning was clear.
“I’m not. I want to keep my job,” I whispered. “And if you pull out that gun, I will get fired.”
His hand tightened his grip on me. “Let’s go.”
Relieved, I nodded, and he moved his hand to my back and held it there as he walked with me out of the room. His entire body was rigid, and I could feel the anger rolling off him in waves as I got my coat and bag. We were almost to the door when Sammy walked out of the room across from us, and her eyes immediately widened when she saw Saxon.