After my morning class, I came back to the apartment to get some studying done and do my daily yoga. Chad has class all day, so I know he won’t be back until tonight, but Wes always comes home for a quick lunch before his next class.
I wish I could read him properly. I could have sworn he didn’t even notice the banana thing, but then he made a comment. Is he as into me as Nicole says, or is he just aloof? There are times when I think Wes is looking at me in a way a man who desires a woman would, but then he flips the switch, and he’s back to being this weird dude who drives me loco.
Distracted, I get ready for yoga and forget to put a bra on. I walk back to my dresser and open my top drawer, lifting a sports bra, but something stops me.
I’ve seen the way he gazes at my legs, and he most definitely checked out my breasts the other night when I was dressed for the frat party.
Screw it.
If sucking on a fruit doesn’t rile him up, then he certainly won’t notice me with headlights on.
Then again … this could be the act that proves Nicole right or wrong.
I drop the bra back in my drawer before I change my mind again.
Dressed properly for both the utmost flexibility and getting his attention, I exit my bedroom, wearing nothing but bootie sleep shorts and a tight white tank top with no bra on. The shirt is thick enough to not be totally see-through but soft enough to hug every curve of my breasts.
I place my laptop on the ground with my yoga mat lying in the middle of the room, and I play a free online yoga video before getting into position. By the time Wes walks through the door, I’ll be deep into my yoga workout, holding the downward dog position with my ass in the air just right.
As I sit in lotus pose with my legs crossed, trying to find my inner peace and calm my breath, my heart rate speeds up a bit at the unknown outcome of what I’m about to do.
I’ve never messed with a guy like this, especially someone I’ve known as long as Wes. I’d almost feel more comfortable with doing this to a stranger instead. The banana was one thing, but this is way more blatant. I’m nervous, but I remind myself that if the plan backfires, then I have the yoga to fall back on as my excuse.
After steadying my breath, I run through a few sun salutations to get my heart pumping and my muscles warm.
I hear the click of the front door open, and I smile, knowing I timed it just right for the end of the warm-up to be complete as I come to a part of the class where you hold the downward dog pose for a minute.
I close my eyes, focusing on my breathing—in through my nose and out through my mouth—when Wes enters the room.
“Wow. Fuck. Um … what are you doing?” he asks, his voice full of surprise.
I don’t pay him any attention as I lift my right leg, twisting it behind me to expose my core, where I’m sure my shorts are riding high. I might have neglected to slide on panties under them as well.
“Three-legged dog.” My tone is even and my eyes are closed.
I pull my leg into my chest and bring it forward, lying in pigeon pose, which is basically the splits with my knee bent. As I stretch my back leg before dropping down flat, my nipples push against the white fabric of my shirt.
I hear him clear his throat.
“You can’t do that out here.”
I fight the urge to open my eyes, but it’s hard. I can tell he hasn’t moved from that spot, and I’m dying to see his face, but then he’d know I knew he was watching me.
“My room is too small for my mat, and I need to stay limber.” I inhale a few breaths before pushing back up to downward dog.
“You should put on more clothes. There are guys in and out of this place. If they saw you like this, they’d lose their minds.”
I lift my other leg, doing the three-legged dog on the other side before tucking it in and exhaling loudly, making sure he knows I’m not going to stop and instead acting like him being here, seeing me like this, is no big deal.
“It’s a form of exercise. There’s hardly any reason for anyone to get annoyed. Is it because I’m blocking the television?”
“It’s because you’re practically naked,” he grunts, walking into the kitchen.
“I’ll make sure to only do this when you’re around then. You’re like my brother, so I don’t have to worry about you looking at me inappropriately.”
Loud clanking in the kitchen breaks my concentration as I try not to laugh at the way he’s opening and shutting drawers and the fridge with way too much force. I hear him pull out a chair at our tiny table, so I peek under my arm to see if he’s watching. I choke back a laugh when I see he’s purposely turned the chair to face the wall with his back to me. Since he can’t see me, I let out a few soft moans.
Every time he takes a drink from his glass, he slams it on the table, and I have to bite my lip not to fall over in a fit of giggles.
I continue my class as he eats his lunch, running through my motions with every breath to build my endurance and core strength. He tries to ignore me, but I catch him pausing at the sink with the water running and his attention on anything but the dish in his hand.
As he escapes back to his room, I follow along with the series of stretches to calm my breathing back down.
With my hands out in front of me, I push up to my knees, keeping my body at a ninety-degree angle with the floor, and then I slide my chest down as far to the ground as I can with my ass perfectly pushed in the air—and, yes, directly facing where he is.
It’s called the puppy-dog stretch, but there’s nothing cute and cuddly about this pose. It screams fuck me from any angle.
He enters the room and growls, “I don’t want to see you doing yoga out here ever again. I mean it.”
I sigh out a breath. “Whatever. There’s a yoga studio on campus. I saw a bunch of coeds taking a class. Maybe I can find someone to hold my hips from behind to keep me in form.”
“Fuck me,” he whispers to himself. “Fine. Make this your own personal yoga den. Just make sure no one else is here when you do it. Especially Chad. He’ll lose his shit with the way you’re humping the floor, wearing next to nothing.”
I ignore him some more and focus on my breathing. “Okay, thanks for the advice.”
When he exits the apartment, slamming the door behind him, I finally fall over, laughing, loving that I was able to get under his skin.
Chapter Six
“Girrrrlllll, you’re looking hot!” Amanda says after I change in the bathroom.
I glance down at my choice of a black romper with short-shorts that, I’ll admit, make my legs look amazing when I pair it with these heels.
“And your hair turned out fantastic.” Nicole runs her hands down the fresh blowout Amanda gave me. She colored the entire section of hair at the base of my neck a light purple that rolls around the front of my curled strands.
“I love it so much. It’s so edgy!” I say as I reach for my purse that’s sitting on the counter, searching for my lipstick.
Amanda looks great in a pair of black capris and a backless shirt.
Nicole is wearing a dark green dress that brings out her eyes. She’s sliding an earring through her ear as I ask her, “Chad doesn’t care about you going out without him?”