Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
She led early morning yoga sessions only three days a week since she also taught some classes from her home right outside Fisher Falls. Cam had learned all that when he did her background check.
She had also turned down the Lyonses’ offer of taking one of the employee cabins and working full-time at the resort. When she was first hired over a month ago, Dylan mentioned that she didn’t want to move onsite due to living with her boyfriend.
So while the thirty-year-old woman had caught Cam’s eye, the couple of times they briefly spoke, he ignored his interest due to her having a significant other.
However, this morning, his interest—along with his cock—was piqued.
As head of security, he should really go check on her. For her safety, of course. Make sure she didn’t pull a muscle doing some of those crazy yoga poses.
He left the ATV parked by the front entrance of the lodge and decided to stretch his legs. As he strode down the grassy incline and toward the dock, he took Hope in as he went.
The loose, long red hair.
The nose ring.
The full sleeve of flowers and butterflies tattooed on her left arm.
He’d admit he’d been wrong judging her appearance at first; the reason he assumed she was into some sort of New Age spirituality.
Not that there was anything wrong with being free-spirited.
Hope apparently lived her life the way she wanted to live it. He couldn’t judge her for that. Just like she shouldn’t judge him for having a typical cop’s Type-A personality. He was as far from a free-spirit as one could get.
He stuck to schedules and rules, he was never late, he kept himself squared away; habits he was not only born with, but were exacerbated during his career in law enforcement.
There were moments he could be extremely uptight. Since moving onto the ranch, though, he was trying to loosen up, enjoy life more and generally be more easy-going.
However, letting go of his ingrained habits was a slow, arduous process.
He stepped to the edge of the dock, where the stone path ended and the wood planks began. He didn’t want to walk onto the dock in case his weight shook it and caused her to lose her balance and fall into the water.
He tipped his head to the side as he studied her. He had no idea what pose she was currently doing, but it certainly showcased how flexible she was.
Whatever the pose was made his cock flex.
It was too damn bad she lived with a boyfriend.
Although, in reality, it was simply easier and cleaner for him to hook up with the occasional guest. Getting intimate with an employee could get sticky if it went badly.
Hope smoothly shifted from one pose into the next. With her palms planted flat on the dock, she walked her hands toward her feet and—
Holy shit.
She was now in an inverted V with her bare ass straight up in the air and her not-bare pussy flashing him. He pursed his lips as he checked her out.
Oh yeah, no hippy bush there.
The hair that topped her pussy was neatly trimmed.
With her eyes closed, her head dropped between her arms. After blowing out an extended breath, those blue eyes opened and…
Locked with his.
Fuck!
Busted.
He cleared his throat and redirected his gaze toward the line of beached paddle boats. Certainly not as interesting as a naked Hope. “Sorry.”
He heard, “Nothing to be sorry about. If I was worried about catching eyes, I’d do this at home.”
When he risked a glance at the dock again, Hope was sitting cross-legged on her yoga mat and facing him.
Now that her breasts weren’t hanging upside down, he could appreciate them better. “And why don’t you?”
“Because I love to be naked.”
When she shrugged, his eyes were drawn to her bouncing breasts. Yep, they were very nice. All natural. Just like the color of her hair.
Stop being such a damn perv and ogling another employee. You’re head of security, for fuck’s sake.
Her next words snapped him out of his depravity. Sort of.
“I love nature. I love yoga. Best of all, I love that I can be myself here.”
Cam loved that, too. Especially this morning.
He mentally cringed at his own thoughts. Dirty locker-room talk was taking over his common sense. “Your boyfriend doesn’t mind you doing yoga naked in front of”—he glanced around—“I don’t know…a couple hundred guests?” While eating breakfast, too.
Her brow furrowed. “Boyfriend?”
“Before you were officially hired, it was mentioned you had a boyfriend.”
“Well, I did. Until he had an issue with me working here. He said if I took the job he was leaving.”
Damn. “I’m going to take an educated guess that you chose this job over him.”
Her lips curled up on the ends. “Didn’t I say I loved yoga?”
His lips mirrored the motion of hers. “More than him, apparently.”
“He was fun. For a little while, anyway.”