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)
The nice part about working on the resort was that she had full access to everything the guests did. For the most part. She could eat in the employee area of the dining hall. She could swim in the pool. If she asked, she could probably go on a trail ride, or milk a cow, or feed the llamas. Or even give the two adopted donkeys some scratches and treats.
The Lyonses were generous with both their guests and the people they employed. Nobody could deny that they certainly helped out the area. They could’ve simply sold their late father’s farm to a corporate developer. The area could’ve been inundated with condos and an eyesore of a shopping plaza and next thing you knew, the new residents would be bitching about a coyote or black bear wandering through their community.
And the original area residents would be bitching about the new “pansies” who moved in and were attempting to gentrify the area.
Fisher Falls residents didn’t take kindly to change. However, most of them begrudgingly accepted the ranch resort. What they considered the lesser of two evils.
Luckily, the Lyonses tried to be the best neighbors they could be. The unorthodox business certainly spurred the economy in the area.
“All right, everyone ready? We’re going to start off with a relaxing flow this morning. Everyone stand at the front of your mat. We’ll start off with the Palm Tree pose. It’s good for your balance and posture, then we’ll move on to sun salutations. Are you ready?”
Various responses came from the ten attendees, some enthusiastic, some not so much. She got it. It was early. They probably hadn’t had their fill of caffeine yet. And if you tried hard enough, you could just smell breakfast being prepared in the lodge’s commercial kitchen.
Normally, by the end of the forty-five minute class and during the final pose, Savasana, growling stomachs—as well as snoring—would be heard over the ambient music she played in the background.
After she demonstrated the proper form, everyone moved into the pose and Hope weaved around the mats and guests, gently guiding anyone who needed it.
As she was about to head back to the front of the class, a large man in a tank top, board shorts, and sneakers with white socks that came up mid-calf, walked through the door of The Mane Event Hall.
While she preferred to hold her classes outside so her students could be “at one” with nature, her weather app, as well as the dark cloudy sky, predicted thunderstorms this morning, indicating it was safer to hold her class inside. She wasn’t a big fan of the thought of lightning lighting up her students like Christmas trees. She could safely guess that would be the resort owners’ preference, too.
She fought her smile when she recognized that handsome face.
Cameron Cook: head of security and hottie.
Unlike the polo shirt he wore while working, the black tank showed off more of his very delicious body, as well as the sleeve of a black and gray sea monster—possibly a kraken—that took up his left arm.
Cam glanced around with a grimace. “Sorry for being late.”
She pressed a finger to her lips in a shushing motion and quickly grabbed him a mat from the nearby cart. She rolled it out at the back of the class. “Better late than never,” she said under her breath. “I’m glad you decided to give it a shot.”
“I’ll let you know if I’m feeling the same once this is over.”
Hope suppressed her laugh. Now was not the time to be giggling and flirting. This was supposed to be a Zen moment.
His lips twitched when he whispered, “Should I strip down?”
Nobody else was naked. She hadn’t had a chance to run her naked yoga idea past any of the execs. “Completely up to you. If you’re unaware, anything goes on this resort,” she teased softly, trying not to disturb the rest of the students. “I doubt anyone would be shocked by you doing a Warrior’s pose in the buff. However, they might be scared to see your monster. I’m not talking about the one on your arm.”
He snorted softly. “I have no idea what a Warrior’s pose is but I’ll have to take your word for it.”
“Even if you take nothing else off”—she pointed to his feet—“you have to remove your shoes and socks.”
“Oh, so you’re into feet? I have pretty nice ones.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Are you exaggerating about that the same as your cock?” she whispered.
“You can be the judge.”
She wasn’t into feet, but his ass when he bent over to remove his sneakers and socks got her stamp of approval.
“Okay, get into the same pose as everyone else.” Since he was a complete beginner, she stepped back and waited for him to get set up so she could correct his form.