Page 30 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
I nodded, picking a spot along the far wall somewhat near the front where I’d get some rays of the summer sun as it shone through the wide windows. The view outside was even better than I’d expected after the adorable log cabin vibe out front—I was looking at an enclosed garden of sorts. One that was well-tended, by the looks of it.
Smiling at the sight, I unrolled my mat and took a seat. I noticed other students doing some light stretches, so I figured it couldn’t hurt. But before I could do much, the man at the front called the class to order.
“Okay, everyone! Let’s start by standing at the front of our mats. I’m Alex, and this is Sam.” He extended his arm to his left, directly in front of me, and my entire body jolted at the sight. My eyes widened as I took in the man who, despite my best intentions, had haunted my dreams and consumed nearly every waking minute since I’d first met him in April. The man who’d inspired the book I currently couldn’t finish. The man responsible for my writing muse returning.
What the hell did this mean?
I stared at Sam as Alex kept talking, but I didn’t hear another word. Something inside me tumbled. I wasn’t sure what that feeling was—that was new for me. It couldn’t be butterflies.
It was nerves. Had to be. A red flag that somehow Sam was stalking me. That was what he was doing, right? We couldn’t possibly “happen” to run into each other twice, could we?
But as I gazed at Sam, I couldn’t deny I was drawn to him. He didn’t feel like a stalker. Our connection felt more . . . consequential. Fated, even. The memory of the feelings I hadin April paled in comparison to the very real emotions swirling through my entire body right now.
Fuck. I was just here to attend a yoga class, “put myself out there” as Tris had suggested. And now Sam, the guy I’d tried not to think about for months, was here.
Goddammit.
Then our eyes met.
Sam’s deep brown eyes widened as he met mine, and I felt a stronger tug in my gut. What was this guy doing to me?
He almost seemed scared, though, which made my eyebrows scrunch together. Why would he be scared of me? Was he worried I actually thought hewasa stalker?
Because yeah, okay, Ihadthought that. The jury was still out.
I averted my gaze as Alex wrapped up his speech then started the class. We worked through a fairly standard yoga flow, similar to the one I often did at home, but this time, nothing felt routine. Because my eyes, at every opportunity—and despite my best efforts—were glued to Sam.
His strong form flowed effortlessly through the poses Alex called out, never missing a beat. His short brown hair was longer than before and had a slight wave to it. Today, it looked silky to the touch with just enough length for me to run my fingers through, maybe even grab on to as he—shit, stop, Cameron!I didnotneed to get turned on right now.
Sam’s brow furrowed as he worked through the more difficult poses, modeling more advanced options for our practice should anyone be inclined to try them. Once I’d been through the easier poses once, I opted to follow Sam’s lead.
And hell, was I in the zone.
Without ever saying a word, he commanded my body, his movements flawless and beautiful, dominant and powerful. I mirrored him without question, allowed myself to fall into a kind of trance as I let the motion of our bodies connect us withoutever physically touching. If he’d asked, I’d have fallen to my knees and done literally anything he wanted me to.
That was fucking dangerous.
The thought brought me back to the class in an instant, and the force of being yanked out of my meditative state had me tumbling to the floor. Thankfully, I was in downward dog, so I hadn’t fallen far and had landed gently on my hip.
Sam leapt to my side, instantly reaching for me. My skin burned where his hand touched my upper arm. “Are you okay?”
His voice was deeper than I remembered. It was damn sexy, and my entire body was quivering at those three simple words.
Be careful,I warned myself.He’s not safe.That didn’t feel true, but maybe if I kept telling myself it was, I’d believe it eventually.
Right.
“I’m good,” I bit out, shaking off his hand despite my heart telling me to draw closer. My heart was a fickle muscle, so I wasn’t listening to him.
Okay, my dick was on board, too, but he wasn’t allowed to call the shots here, either. This was Sam, and given the depth of a connection I still felt with him all these months later, I knew Sam was dangerous.
He extended a hand to help me up, and I realized only then that the class had ended. I stared at his hand for a minute as the rest of the room cleared out. I really wanted to take him up on it, feel the electricity we exchanged any time our skin touched.
But . . .
I jumped up on my own, leaping away from him despite what my feelings were saying. Deep inside, I was terrified. I knew that. Call it the universe or something else, some force had brought us together a second time, almost like something was pushing us together, trying to get my attention.
But my mature brain wasn’t in charge at the moment, so I lashed out. “I said I got it! And what—are you stalking me now?”
