Chapter Thirty-Six
Asher
I don’t know if I should strangle Max or thank him, and it pisses me off.
I can’t stop thinking about her.
Tera Evans is apparently shy. I could barely see her with the lights dimmed down. She was too far away. I need to get my contacts refilled.
I expected her to need correction or direction on how to do the poses. Maybe try to gain my attention like the other women in the class, but she surprised me. Every time I called out a pose, she slid into it naturally, knowing each one before I could demonstrate.
She didn’t do the normal complaints I get or even talk at all. She just stood in the back and actually enjoyed the class. Like an idiot, I decided to take a closer look at Max’s girl, and now I’m fucked.
I called out the kneeling position just to see if she knew it, too. The way she flowed to her knees almost made me swallow my tongue. It was perfect, smooth, and beautiful. She didn’t fidget or act uncomfortable like everyone else. There’s a reason I don’t teach that pose. It’s my weakness. I screwed myself by letting it happen.
When I stood over her, I was expecting the meditation to be fake, but she was really in it. She had the softest smile, like she could spend all day like that without a complaint. I had to crouch down to hide my sudden erection.
Even that close to her, she didn’t notice me, and it pissed me off. I wanted her to see me, which is definitely not my usual feeling around an attractive woman. I blame it on the fact that I had the recipe for the perfect submissive kneeling in front of me like a gift. She obeyed every single command I gave like a dance between us that I had complete control of.
When I broke and told her to open her eyes, she obeyed without pause. When she realized I was right in front of her, practically panting and drooling on the floor, she dropped her eyes, and that was it. I was a goner.
Fuck my life, and fuck Max too. Maybe he hasn’t told her anything about me, and she thinks she’s simply taking a yoga class.
She left before I had a chance to speak to her, which pisses me off too. I feel like she should have felt that same connection to me, which is totally irrational and downright psychotic.
“How’d she do?”
The question interrupts the repetitive movement of the kick. I’m not even paying attention to the class. Fuck, I haven’t ever had it this bad for someone. Especially this quickly. I’m usually a lot more cautious than this. Fucking Max is going to pay for this shit on Friday. Screw texting, I’m dealing with him in person.
“What?” I ask in confusion. It’s one of the twins. He’s next to me, continuing the exercise while he watches my face.
“How’d she do in yoga class?”
My stomach sinks a little at the probing question. I have the sudden urge to punch him. I only have one new person in my yoga class. I jacked off to the image of her on her knees last night.
I blink, forcing the weird reaction down, and ask, “Who?”
“Tera,” he confirms what I’m dreading with a smile.
I can’t think of an answer as I scan their faces, trying to figure out how they would know Max’s girl. The urge to beat the shit out of all of them for knowing anything about her is also a struggle I’ve never had to deal with before. I’m never jealous.
“Hello?” The other twin glances my way with a scowl. “Did she do ok?”
“She did well,” I narrow my eyes on him.
“Did she make any friends?” Brody asks smugly.
“Not yet,” I say cautiously.
“I told you,” the first twin turns back and continues, “She stood at the back and didn’t talk to anyone. That’s twenty bucks, Felix.”
“She talked to us just fine,” the other twin frowns thoughtfully.
“She’s that shy?” I can’t help but try for more information and then tell them to switch to cover my curiosity.
“She is now,” the second twin’s scowl gets deeper.
“She had a bunch of stuff happen, and it kind of made her close off from everyone,” the first twin says in a nonchalant tone.
“What kind of stuff?” My stomach starts to sour as my suspicions about who they might be rise.
“We were assholes to her when we met,” twin one admits so easily that the urge to punch him rises up again. I try to keep my face calm as I take in the group again.
These assholes were the ones who bullied her. In my fucking class, telling me about it like it’s not a big deal. They tore one sweet woman, who I suspect is naturally very submissive, into pieces. There are five of them.
“Switch,” I grit out and ignore their surprise. I usually make them do fifty kicks with each leg and move on. Not today. They don’t get off that easily.