Page 15 of Off Limits
“It’s over. I asked for one night. She gave it to me.” He slid his fingers through his hair. “We move on.”
Taylor’s laugh surprised him.
“What’s so fucking funny, T?”
“The two of you have been dancing around each other for years. You think sleeping together is going to curb the desire that sparks the room whenever you two are in it.” He shook his head. “Like I said, you’re a dead man walking. Rex is going to skin you alive.” He pushed to standing. “I won’t rush to tell Rex anything. The two of you need to deal with him. But I’m not going to lie to him if he asks the right questions.” He turned and strutted toward the door, but turned around before walking out. “But congratulations, man, I know you’ve fought that temptation for a long time. I hope it was worth it and I mean that sincerely.” He spun on his heels and left the office with the broom and dustpan in hand.
Being with Jane was worth everything.
Chapter Eight
Jane
Sweat trailed down Jane’s back, soaking the straps of her sports bra and sinking into the top of her baby blue yoga pants. She offered several variations of yoga at her studio—Serenity Now. Beginner yoga. Yoga sculpt. Gentle yoga. Flow yoga. Restorative. But something about hot yoga reached her soul. She never felt more cleansed than she did after teaching or taking a hot yoga class.
She sat cross legged on her mat, facing the class. Everyone laid supine in savasana, recuperating from her vigorous flow. What used to be primarily a class of only women had blossomed into several men joining a year or so ago whenSerenity Nowoffered a special for men to join. Men hadn’t rushed the studio. But a new guy or two trickled in every week. The classes were a good mix.
“Come back to your body,” she murmured. “Start by wiggling your fingers and your toes.”
Typically, Kerri taught the 7:00 PM class. She liked her evenings free. But tonight, she’d volunteered. She was too restless to sit still.
Ever since New Year’s with Brady, her body hummed. A fire burned low and steady in her veins, refusing to die out. She wanted more. Needed more.
But Brady seemed hell-bent on rebuilding the wall between them. Every time they got close, he pulled back. Like he was scared of what they could be. Or worse ... convinced it couldn’t happen at all.
“Move your head side to side, loosening your neck.” Everyone obeyed. “Now roll to one side. And when you’re ready, push to sitting. Sit however you’d like. Cross-legged. On your knees. Whatever works for you.”
She waited as the class moved into their comfortable seat. Sweat poured from everyone, one of the reasons she required towels over everyone’s yoga mats. This class was no joke. She’d mop the floor once everyone left.
“Thank you for joining me this evening. Take a breath in.” She raised her arms over her head as she inhaled a deep humid breath. The class followed suit. Bringing her palms together, she lowered them to her chest as she exhaled. “Namaste.” She bowed forward.
“Namaste.”
The class moved about, rolling up their mats, wiping sweat from their foreheads. She rose and did the same. Once everyone filed out of the studio, she locked the door. She wandered back into the studio and cleaned the floors. Moving behind the counter in the lobby, she closed out the day on the computer.
She could jump in the shower in the women’s locker room. Or she could just wait until she got home. Her sweat cooled in the air-conditioned lobby, causing the hair on her arms to stand.
