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me, but I don’t know anything about you.”
“What do you want to know?”
“What do you do? For a job.”
“I’m a holistic practitioner. I teach yoga, I’m a Reiki Master, and I am currently looking into Blue Energy Matrix healing.”
“Blue what?”
“Blue Energy Matrix. We can get into that another day.” Turning the faucets, Amie grabbed the soap from behind the glass door of the shower and lathered up her hands. She soaped her face with gentle circular motions.
“What about marriage?” His voice was louder, closer. When she rinsed her face clean, she noticed he was now sitting on the edge of the bed. “Are you a husband, two point five kids and a dog kind of girl?”
Yes. And Milton wasn’t at all the type of man she was looking for. They didn’t fit. At least not for the long term. He was caviar, and she was sardines. He wasn’t looking for long-term, and Amie wanted a man she could bind herself to forever.
He sat there, intently, waiting for her to answer.
“I want it all.”
Chapter 7
Milton slid out of the two-door sedan with his gym bag in his hand. It was a perfect summer day. The humidex wasn’t their friend today. Sweating while standing still was never his favorite part about summers in Toronto. “Are we exercising?”
“Nope.” Amie slammed the driver’s side door shut and walked around the front of the car to meet him.
“Then what–” The little light bulb of realization flashed in Milton’s head when he noticed the writing painted on the front window of the building–Lotus Flower. “We’re doing yoga, aren’t we?”
“Ding, ding, ding,” Amie sang.
“No way. I can’t do yoga.” He shook his head with adamancy.
“Ever tried?” She grabbed his hand. A warm wave of heat tingled up his arm, and it wasn’t from the blistering sun.
“No.”
“Then how do you know you can’t?” She pulled him away from the car toward the studio.
“I just can’t.” Yoga was for pansies. There was no way he’d be caught dead in tights, chanting to Buddha or whoever those freaks chanted to.
She stopped and centered herself in front of him, a stern look on her face. “Did we or did we not just agree that I am calling the shots and you have no choice but to comply?”
“Yes.” He sighed. “But it was to have fun not contort my body into impossible positions.”
“See, you do know about yoga.” She grinned. “How about this? For every fun thing you do, you get a reward.”
“What am I five years old?” He had no doubt the expression on his face matched the sarcasm in his tone.
“I don’t think a five year old would appreciate the many sexual acts I have in mind as reward.” Amie swung their joined hands together between them.
Milton swallowed hard. “Sexual rewards?”
“This isn’t all about you, you know.” She pulled him further. She looked both ways before they crossed the street and led him quickly to the front door of the building.
Inside, women dashed to and fro, rolled up mats and water bottles in their hands. A few women sat in a waiting room type area, for what he could only imagine.
As Amie led him inside the pungent scent of soap and what smelled like nasal spray hit him hard in the face.
“Hi, Amie,” a petite young girl called out from behind the reception desk.
