Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
6
Marley
It’s late afternoon and I’m in the studio getting my music set for today’s yoga class. Most of this week I’ve been leading slow, regenerative flows, but today, I want to do something a bit spunkier. I line up my pop-hits playlist and crank it up over the stereo system. The heat is blasting on high for today’s class, which is inspired by a style of yoga called Buti, which combines dance, yoga, Pilates, and calisthenics. I don’t run this class often, but when I do, the participants always gets a kick out of it because who doesn’t love to sweat and stretch? I clap my hands enthusiastically as our clients take their places.
“Okay ladies, let’s bring it in. I know we’re all excited but let’s come and meet on our mats,” I announce. “Oh, sorry, ladies and a gentleman, that is.”
Justin shoots me a grin, and I smile saucily in return. His being here is the absolute kindest thing any man has ever done for me. The handsome repo man wanted to show me how much he supports my career, so he’s come all the way to New Canaan to take one of my classes.
I have to admit, I’m pretty blown away. I wouldn’t think I could convince a big alpha male like Justin to attend one of my classes even if I begged. But this was his idea, and he was really enthusiastic about it. Gosh, this man is so thoughtful, caring, and utterly gorgeous to boot, and he’s all mine. I see quite a few of the ladies giggling behind their hands and angling to get as close to him as possible. Hands off, biatches! This man is taken.
After all, Justin and I have been dating about a month now. Things are still pretty new, but they’re going really well. We get together a few times a week, and mostly, just hang out at my apartment or go out for a bite to eat. He always offers to pick me up or come to my place so that I don’t have to worry about finding parking after getting back late at night. It really isn’t a big deal, but he says he worries about me, and my heart melts whenever I hear it. It’s the little things that make me adore him even more.
But it’s the big stuff too because evidently, Justin’s really good at treating me like a princess. I called in to make a small payment towards my Civic earlier this week, only to be told that my bill had been paid in full. At first, I couldn’t speak. The operator thought I’d hung up, when suddenly, words came pouring out of my mouth.
“But who paid it?” I rushed. “It wasn’t me.”
They said they couldn’t share who helped me out, but I knew who it was because other than Justin, no one knows that I’m in such a financial quagmire. Plus, it’s such a loving thing to do, especially on a repo-man’s salary. I’m sure his financials took a hit because of his sacrifice, and I intend to make it up to him in a very intimate way.
But right now, it’s class time. I look at my gorgeous boyfriend standing in back of his purple yoga mat. I told him that we recommend tight clothing so that it doesn’t get in the way of any of the yogic postures, and I figured he’d blow this advice off and just come to class in loose sweats.
But he’s got a surprise up his sleeve because now he’s pulling his baggy t-shirt off to reveal a tight black tank underneath. It hugs his body and every outline of his bulging, muscular abdominals. His pecs are visible from half a mile away, chunky and well-defined. The women giggle and squeal, and I can tell most are genuinely hot for Justin.
Then my boyfriend shucks off his sweatpants to reveal tight black leggings that hug those powerful thighs. Not only that, but his bulge is outlined like no other, and I grow wet seeing how that rod curves to the left, so long that it wraps around his waist. Who can blame all the ladies for acting like horny cats? I know that I’m already licking my lips, anticipating what happens later today.
But right now, I have a class to teach and I clap my hands once more.
“Okay, that’s enough. Let’s get serious now. Remember, no judgment, everyone is equal and everyone is treated with dignity and respect. Now let’s start the class with a slow sun salutation to get our bodies warmed up.” Justin impishly winks at me as I take my place at the front of the room.
“Ready, deep breath in. Arms to the sky. Exhale as you lower your hands to feet, face to knees. It’s okay if you can’t go all the way down just yet, just do what you can and remember that every time you step on the mat you are improving your practice. Be proud of yourself for showing up today.”