"We'll take care of the net," Ruth said, "and you get yourself out here, cutie-pie."
"Be right out." I hung up the phone and faced Mara. "Sorry, I forgot about a yoga class I'm supposed to teach. Gotta go."
"I'll be fine, don't worry."
"Yeah, I know you will." I started for the door but stopped. "Do you want to come out with me? You can watch the class, and after, we can go for a walk down the nature trails."
"I'd like that."
"Cool." I swung the door open, waving for her to exit. "Beautiful, sexy ladies first."
She walked out, flashing me another shy smile.
And damn, my dick loved that.
Chapter Eleven
Mara
I felt hot all over, like I was in a sauna with the steam going full blast and those hot coals sizzling away. The coals were inside me, though. Red-hot, smoldering lumps of lust. It was completely Ollie's fault that I couldn't cool down. When he taught a nude yoga class, he should've handed out flyers with a big warning written on them in bright-red letters: "ALERT: You will get hot and bothered watching your gorgeous instructor move his sexy body into all those poses."
Never had I thought of yoga as salacious. Today, I did.
And I wasn't even paying attention to the other attractive young men in attendance. No one else interested me, only Ollie.
I might've thought that was because we'd had sex a little while ago, but something told me it was more than that. I felt comfortable with him, even when he was naked. Talking to him, I didn't feel like a loser who had let her family down over and over and over, or like the girl who couldn't keep a husband. Honestly, I hadn't wanted to keep Nico. Not at the end.
My phone chimed, indicating a new text.
When I checked it, I groaned. Nico. Did my ex-husband have psychic powers? Or had he bugged my phone so he could tap into the camera and spy on me? Neither, I knew, but he sure did have perfect timing.
Perfect for ruining my day. Yeah, he'd always been great at that.
The text said, "Can we talk?"
I started to type a response but stopped. Why was I indulging him? He wanted to make me feel like shit, but I did not have to let him. So I deleted his text and slipped the phone back into the little purse-like bag for it that hung from a belt loop on my pants. The hem of my shirt hid it, not that I was worried somebody might steal my phone. Nobody here seemed like the type. Ollie had been right when he said everybody here acted like one big family.
Ollie was currently in standing splits pose, with one foot on the ground and the other leg raised almost vertical. Both his hands lay flat on the ground, his arms were bent, and his head hung upside down. Before we came outside, he'd taken his glasses off and asked me to keep them in my shirt pocket. Since I sat on a chaise facing sideways to him, he could see me if he glanced this way.
He did, and he smiled and winked.
I smiled and waved.
"Okay," Ollie said to his class, "let's kick this up a notch and move into a headstand. Slowly straighten your arms. Then we're going to push up with the foot that's on the ground and ease into the headstand."
"Jeez, Ollie," one young man said, "that's way too advanced for me."
"Then skip it. Nobody will think you're a wuss if you don't do this one."
Ollie eased into the headstand pose with grace and agility, having no trouble achieving it.
Another young man tried to do the headstand but tumbled out of it, muttering a curse.
"You okay?" Ollie asked.
The guy sat up and gave Ollie the thumbs-up sign. "Totally good, man."
Ollie's ability to do a headstand impressed me, but the part that got me really hot for him came a little later when they all got into downward dog pose. The basic version of it wasn't super sexy. The pose involved planting the hands and feet flat on the ground and straightening the arms and legs to get into a kind of inverted V position. I could do that pose. It was pretty basic, not an advanced move.