Page 130 of Tease Me

His smile was extraordinary, and as I blinked at him, I realized Maxximus could be Bradley Cooper’s twin. “Please . . . call me Magic.”

My eyebrows shot up with a will of their own. “Magic?”

“Yes, Magic Maxx. It’s my professional name. I’m here for the Evolution International Yoga conference.”

Yoga with Bradley Cooper. Count me in. “Oh, wow.” I started undressing him with my eyes, peeling off layer after layer to review the body sculpted by the art of yoga.

“Do you do yoga?”

“Oh, ummm no.”But I’m ready when you are.

“You should try it. You train your mind to see peace, train your body to feel peace.”

I’ll be feeling a piece of your body later.“Oh.” I cleared my throat again and forced my brain into Jane-the-hotel-manager mode. “Sounds wonderful.”

“Here, give me your hand.” He could have told me to tear my clothes off, and I would have. With my hand clasped between his and our eyes locked, his calm composure enveloped me like a soothing balm.

“Now, close your eyes.”

I did.

“Can you feel it?”

The onlyitI felt was my insides purring and sayinghell yes. “Uh-huh.” I snuck a glance at him. Memphis’s next conquest was stunning. With his eyes closed, his long lashes looked even longer, and his slender nose divided his symmetrical features perfectly. If hewasn’tstanding rightin front ofme, I’d think he was Photoshopped.

“You have an inner energy begging tobe explored.”

You have no idea.“Okay.”

“Yoga teaches you how to feel deep inside.”

“It does?”

“Learn to tap into that energy, and your world will shine.”

When he released my hand, I wanted to weep. Magic Maxx curled a thread of hair behind his ear, and it was a simple yet stunning move.

I realized he was waiting for me to be a hotel manager again, and I cleared my throat, hopeful that my voice wouldactuallywork. “Okay, you’re staying in room twenty-eight on the fifth floor.” I passed his details card across the counter. “Here’s your room key. Do you need any help with bags?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Yes, you are.”

Oh shit.Judging by the intrigued look onhisface, I’d said that aloud.A blaze of heat racedupmy neck as I prayed for him to drag his eyes awayfrom me.

It was an eternity before he reached down to grab his bag. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. See you soon. I mean tomorrow, probably.”

He chuckled, and I watched, mesmerized, as he glided to the elevator. He walked on his toes rather than his heels, and it gave the appearance that he ice-skated across the polished lobby tiles.

From the moment he disappeared into the elevator, I was obsessed, possessed—taken over by a horny nymph who wanted a man.

No, not wanted, needed.

It was as if I wouldn’t be able to breathe again until he was inside me.

I put the ‘back in five minutes’ sign on the counter, grabbed my bag from under my counter, and raced after my next sexual conquest.

It didn’t even occur to me that what I was doing was so, so wrong.

To be continued. . .