Know Your Heart: A New Zealand - Tracey Alvarez Page 0,17
in his unbuttoned jeans and gaping-open shirt—but he was.
Phase two was all about exploiting that.
Sav shook out her yoga mat and readjusted her mirrored shades against the afternoon sun. Time to get to work. She positioned herself on the mat, spread out in perfect view of Glen, who sat in front of the window in his office…Correction—seated in front of the window in her office!
A lock of hair flopped over Glen’s glasses as his head remained directed down at his laptop, pounding away on his little book about killer elves and rainbow-farting unicorns. She couldn’t see his hands, but she knew what he was doing. Just as she knew the man was aware of everything she did.
She rested her hands on her bare stomach beneath her boobs that were snugly encased in a hot-pink cropped sports tank but above the waistband of her stretchy yoga pants. Sav drew in a cleansing breath and filled her lungs—a.k.a. the girls. Slanting a glance at the window, she was rewarded with Glen’s gaze lasering red dots on her chest. Gotcha, Mr. Cooper.
Cue frown lines on his forehead and then renewed efforts in a record-breaking speed typing attempt.
Sav forced her lips to remain in a neutral line and assumed the Lord of the Dance pose, which forced the sports tank to work overtime in preventing the girls from spilling out. Another sneaky glance. Yep, playing to a captive audience. Making sure to hold the pose for a good thirty seconds longer than normal, she smoothly twisted into the Warrior position. Just in case he wasn’t only a boobs fan, she’d grant him some butt time. The glutes display should set him back a few hundred words. Maybe she should’ve gone with her initial idea of doing her daily yoga/Pilates routine while wearing a bikini. Hell, she could’ve set him back a few dozen pages by the time he’d hit the bathroom for a cold shower.
And…into a Side Plank, highlighting, well, everything. Then the Bridge, another demonstration of the power of Lycra, then into a series of positions that had her muscles straining and shaking, and she almost forgot her audience. Because while distracting Glen so he’d figure the city was a more palatable alternative was her goal, she still had stubborn pounds to shift.
Rising out of a Downward-facing Dog, she caught sight of movement on the deck. Bare feet, khaki shorts, and a white tee stretched snugly over buff muscles. Glen portrayed cool indifference with a skill many of her actor friends would envy. He stood with a steaming mug in one hand and a gigantic muffin in the other.
Sav’s nose twitched. Even from the distance between the deck and her yoga mat, the muffin’s sugar-encrusted top spilling over a red paper case called to her. Glen sauntered across the grass, and her heartbeat hiked up from a fast thud to a full-out sprint. Her nose twitched again. Sugar, spicy cinnamon, a subtle hint of apple, and the stronger whiff of a male who evidently sweated pure, female-bewitching pheromones.
Glen stopped three feet in front of her.
Oh, God. She didn’t know which she wanted a bite out of first—the giant muffin, whispering, “I’ll feel soooo good, baby,” or the man staring at her with a gaze so hot it should’ve given her sunburn.
Her stomach gurgled, loud and demanding. Glen turned his head slightly, raising the muffin to his mouth and pausing to waft it under his nose. The groan that rumbled out of him struck her directly below her squawking stomach, somewhere that hadn’t been sexily squeezed hot and hard in a long, long time. His tongue flicked out to swipe along his top lip, the tip just missing the heavy stubble around his mouth. He bit a chunk out of the muffin’s plump side and chewed slowly, the whole time never dropping his gaze. Even though sunglasses covered her eyes, it felt as if the lenses between them had become invisible.
As if he’d seen past her look-at-my-butt yoga pants and skimpy top and knew exactly what she was up to, exactly what made her weaken, and exactly how to turn the tables and distract the hell out of her. Worse—she didn’t know if the reason for the sensation of vulnerability was only him eating a forbidden treat.
She mentally shook herself. “Been kissing up to Lauren, I see.”
“She gave me a batch to freeze before she left.” He broke off a chunk and offered it to her. “And her muffins are better than any kiss.”