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“I think we need to continue exploring the bedroom talents.” He nibbled her neck, and Kaia imagined what it would be like to let the dragon mate her.
It wasn’t unheard of for witches and dragons to mate, but maybe it was all a little too soon for her to bring this up. After all, the only time they had everalmostdiscussed their home state, and neither of them had answered. Now, every time Kaia tried to bring it up, she stopped herself in the nick of time. She didn’t want to turn into the stereotypical stage-five-clinger. Eventually, the conversation would need to happen, but for now, she was content in spending whatever time she could with Grey.
“When will I see you again?” he asked her, somehow reading her mind.
“Right now,” she answered, locking him in her embrace.No stage-five-clinger here.
He chuckled. “I have to go. I have the yoga thing this morning.”
She pouted. “Damn. Are you going to be wearing very tight pants that show off your butt?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Absolutely not. No. Not if I’m not there to see and enjoy,” she teased.
“Then, by all means, come see and enjoy.”
She sat up. “You think the other dragons will mind if a witch tags along to another activity?”
“Given that said activity wouldn’t even be happening without you, I think it’s a fair bet that they won’t mind too much. Besides, I’d love it if you did join me for this.”
“Okay. I’ll go with you,” she said before even thinking about checking in with Ian. Rachel must be furious with her for spending the night away with aman. She was very much the enemy in her sister’s eyes right now.
“Please tell me you’ll wear tight pants,” Grey added before kissing her.
“Oh, you just wait. You haven’t actuallyseentight pants.”
“I can hardly wait.”
They only just made it to the makeshift yoga studio in time to welcome each and every member of the company. Kaia watched Grey interact with his colleagues with a sense of pride in her chest. He might not be her man ... officially ... but her man was definitely a leader.
He greeted every dragon employee with a handshake and asked after a family member and other meaningful personal events. Kaia knew the skills it took to recall all of that information. She did this herself in her work.
Greyson wasn’t just a man she was having a fling with. He was every bit the man she saw herself with. No job was worth the cost of a soul mate, right? Could she walk away from her students if Grey asked her to relocate down the line? Were they doomed before they even began?
Kaia spent the entire length of the yoga class trying to stay positive and trusting in the greatest power in the world.Love.
EIGHTEEN
GREYSON
Never ... in all of his life ... had Greyson been so undone by a pair of pants.
These weren’t just any kind of pants. They were stretched out over Kaia’s curves, begging him to peel her out of them. He wouldn’t be able to focus on anything around Kaia in those leggings. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts from all things naughty. It didn’t work.
Not when Kaia stretched down, folding herself into two, putting her fine ass on display. He was seconds away from drooling all over his yoga mat.
Thankfully, a tall and lanky demon with an impressive set of horns growing out of his forehead walked into the yoga studio. He was topless, and his baggy peasant pants were bright orange. His feet were bare, but his toes were polished, and more than a couple were adorned with rings.
The demon settled on the yoga mat at the front of the room ... the color of the mat matched his pants, giving the impression he hovered on a cloud of orange flames. Maybe this demon would be just the ticket to get the dragons to behave.
Jorge was sitting with his arms crossed ... in a full three-piece suit for the first time since their arrival at the resort. Richard sat on the complete opposite of the room with his arms and legs crossed and a look on his face that said he would rather be in a board meeting than here.
Dad was no help. He hadn’t bothered to wear workout gear as Greyson suggested. Instead, he wore his swim trucks and Hawaiian-print shirt that was left unbuttoned. He had a lit cigar in one hand and Scotch in the other. “What?” he barked when Grey gave him the stink eye. “I’m on vacation, and I’ve got to do this hippie stuff, so I might as well try to enjoy myself.”
What a terrible example to set for the employees. Grey noticed that as soon as Dad spoke, Richard looked even more ready to head for the door. Jorge was on his phone, typing away furiously.
“Aaaaaaand let’s sit in the center of our mats,” the yoga teacher called from the front. His eyes were open, but he looked too relaxed to be in any state to teach a class. “My name is Damian, and I will be your yoga teacher today. I want everyone to sit in the very center of their mat and imitate my pose, letting your hands fall where they want.”
