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preferences, he started his workout, and avoiding Laura’s reflection in the mirrored wall in front of him, focused on the available equipment in the center, considering how to use the amenities to his advantage in an ad campaign.
“Hi.”
He nearly lost his rhythm when he turned to see a sweaty, heavy-breathing Laura standing next to his machine. “Morning.”
She wiped the sweat from her face and neck with a towel. “Thanks for last night. I had a great time.”
Nathan glanced over at the man on the Cybex machine who’d abandoned his awkward exercise to listen.
“My pleasure.”
“You’ve got some pretty amazing moves.” Laura flashed a flirtatious grin.
Mr. Cybex’s eyebrows winged up, as he made no pretense to cover his eavesdropping.
Feeling wicked, Nathan leaned down from his position on the elliptical. “Sugar, you’ve got some pretty amazing moves of your own. And those legs—what you can do with those legs—well, it ought to be illegal.”
“It is. In some countries.” She flung the towel over her shoulder and sashayed over to the yoga mats as both men watched, mouths hanging open.
Nathan snapped his jaws closed and tried in vain to concentrate on the circular motion of the foot pedals. Off to his left, Laura laid down on a mat, stretched, then rolled up and over her legs, grabbing her feet and folding herself in two. After holding this position for a few breaths, she opened her legs into a straddle and, lengthening her torso between them, pressed her chest to the floor.
Nathan’s mouth went dry, and judging from the look on Mr. Cybex’s face, he might have to perform CPR any minute. Sweet Jesus. He’d hit the twenty-minute mark and had hoped for at least thirty, but his libido couldn’t take much more. He reduced the elliptical’s speed, then stepped off, before wiping sweat and the lustful expression from his face with a towel.
He turned in Laura’s direction and paused in indecision. Mr. Cybex quirked a brow, and then nodded toward her, a look of encouragement on his weathered face.
Taking his wordless advice, Nathan went over and stood next to Laura just as she lifted into a yoga move, something to do with a dog looking downward, he recalled from a former girlfriend’s workouts, her derriere to the ceiling. Nathan almost swallowed his tongue. “Ahem.”
She shifted into another yoga position, something about a snake. “Yes?”
Squatting next to her, he asked, “Are you going on a shore excursion?”
She lifted back into the dog position. His gaze traveled up her long legs.
“Yes. You?”
Dammit, woman! Focus, Nathan. “Yes. Would you like to go together?”
She shifted into a plank and turned her head, her face glistening from the exertion. And damned if that wasn’t sexy. “Sure.”
Nathan stood and stepped back before he did something to shock Mr. Cybex into that heart attack. “Great. Meet me on the lido deck in an hour.”
She moved to a side plank, right arm lifted in the air, “See you then.”
Leaving the fitness center, Nathan couldn’t remember a more sexually frustrating workout. Mr. Cybex gave him a thumbs-up as he tossed his towel in the hamper and headed for a cold shower. So much for leaving Laura Danforth to her own devices.
Laura finished dryingher hair and pulled it back in a thick braid slung over her right shoulder. She slipped into a pair of white snug-fitting ankle pants, topped off with a Mediterranean blue silk tunic sweater, and a pair of Manolo thongs in orange crush. Satisfied with her rush job, she headed up to the lido deck to meet her southern gentleman.
She had to remind herself this trip was work, not pleasure. And while she did have to play the part of tourist, she also had to keep her eye on the Imperial brass ring.
Nathan. Just a pleasant distraction, nothing more. By the end of the cruise, she’d no doubt tire of him. At no time in her life had a man, not even Daddy Dearest, interfered with her goals, and a man wasn’t
“Hi.”
He nearly lost his rhythm when he turned to see a sweaty, heavy-breathing Laura standing next to his machine. “Morning.”
She wiped the sweat from her face and neck with a towel. “Thanks for last night. I had a great time.”
Nathan glanced over at the man on the Cybex machine who’d abandoned his awkward exercise to listen.
“My pleasure.”
“You’ve got some pretty amazing moves.” Laura flashed a flirtatious grin.
Mr. Cybex’s eyebrows winged up, as he made no pretense to cover his eavesdropping.
Feeling wicked, Nathan leaned down from his position on the elliptical. “Sugar, you’ve got some pretty amazing moves of your own. And those legs—what you can do with those legs—well, it ought to be illegal.”
“It is. In some countries.” She flung the towel over her shoulder and sashayed over to the yoga mats as both men watched, mouths hanging open.
Nathan snapped his jaws closed and tried in vain to concentrate on the circular motion of the foot pedals. Off to his left, Laura laid down on a mat, stretched, then rolled up and over her legs, grabbing her feet and folding herself in two. After holding this position for a few breaths, she opened her legs into a straddle and, lengthening her torso between them, pressed her chest to the floor.
Nathan’s mouth went dry, and judging from the look on Mr. Cybex’s face, he might have to perform CPR any minute. Sweet Jesus. He’d hit the twenty-minute mark and had hoped for at least thirty, but his libido couldn’t take much more. He reduced the elliptical’s speed, then stepped off, before wiping sweat and the lustful expression from his face with a towel.
He turned in Laura’s direction and paused in indecision. Mr. Cybex quirked a brow, and then nodded toward her, a look of encouragement on his weathered face.
Taking his wordless advice, Nathan went over and stood next to Laura just as she lifted into a yoga move, something to do with a dog looking downward, he recalled from a former girlfriend’s workouts, her derriere to the ceiling. Nathan almost swallowed his tongue. “Ahem.”
She shifted into another yoga position, something about a snake. “Yes?”
Squatting next to her, he asked, “Are you going on a shore excursion?”
She lifted back into the dog position. His gaze traveled up her long legs.
“Yes. You?”
Dammit, woman! Focus, Nathan. “Yes. Would you like to go together?”
She shifted into a plank and turned her head, her face glistening from the exertion. And damned if that wasn’t sexy. “Sure.”
Nathan stood and stepped back before he did something to shock Mr. Cybex into that heart attack. “Great. Meet me on the lido deck in an hour.”
She moved to a side plank, right arm lifted in the air, “See you then.”
Leaving the fitness center, Nathan couldn’t remember a more sexually frustrating workout. Mr. Cybex gave him a thumbs-up as he tossed his towel in the hamper and headed for a cold shower. So much for leaving Laura Danforth to her own devices.
Laura finished dryingher hair and pulled it back in a thick braid slung over her right shoulder. She slipped into a pair of white snug-fitting ankle pants, topped off with a Mediterranean blue silk tunic sweater, and a pair of Manolo thongs in orange crush. Satisfied with her rush job, she headed up to the lido deck to meet her southern gentleman.
She had to remind herself this trip was work, not pleasure. And while she did have to play the part of tourist, she also had to keep her eye on the Imperial brass ring.
Nathan. Just a pleasant distraction, nothing more. By the end of the cruise, she’d no doubt tire of him. At no time in her life had a man, not even Daddy Dearest, interfered with her goals, and a man wasn’t
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