tell."
Actually, Jillian was dying to tell, but she knew she'd be telling everyone about Paul later.
"Sorry, you'll just have to wait until dinner later when I tell everyone else. Besides, you should be warming up."
Jenna scrunched her lips into a pout as she started to stretch.
"Will you at least tell me when you two are getting together?"
"Tomorrow. I'm not sure of the time yet. He said to call him tonight when I get home."
"That late? Or are you planning to leave early?"
"No, I told him he might be asleep by the time I got home and you know what he said?"
Jenna cocked an ear.
"He said he couldn't think of a better way to be awakened than by the sound of my voice."
Jillian sniffed at seeing Jenna's eyes roll skyward. "Well I thought it was sweet."
"I bet you did," Jenna replied, then leered at Jillian. "But I'll bet I can think of a few other ways he'd prefer to be woken up."
"You're awful!"
Jillian felt her cheeks getting hot, and then hotter as the things Jenna meant, and then others, flashed across her mind's eye. In seconds, her face looked sunburned and Jenna laughed at her friend's embarrassment.
Just then, the instructor, Maureen, asked everyone to take their places. She started the class as she always did, with some breathing exercises.
Jillian tried her best to concentrate on her breathing but found Jenna's suggestive remark had planted itself firmly in the forefront of her consciousness. The thoughts excited her at a time when she should be relaxing, clearing her mind of worldly things, and focusing on her center. She was so distracted by mental images of herself and Paul that she didn't hear Maureen call for everyone to assume the first asana.
"Jilli!" Jenna whispered, then whispered again, accompanying it with a poke that succeeded in breaking through her reverie. "Hero."
When her eyes snapped opened, Jillian found she was the only one still standing.
"Well," Maureen said, catching her eye, "it's good to see one of my students has mastered the art of total concentration. Now if only we knew what she was concentrating on."
As she said that, she touched her cheek, glanced at Jenna, and winked to let Jillian know she'd noticed her blushing and understood why, which caused the poor girl's face to reach a shade of scarlet Maureen had never seen before.
Jillian spent the next forty-five minutes struggling to focus on what she was supposed to be doing. She cursed her friend half-a-dozen times, twice out loud, much to the amusement of Jenna and several of the people around them.
Finally, the class was over. As she rolled up her mat, Maureen approached.
"I'm pretty sure you didn't get your money's worth tonight, and I wanted to apologize for embarrassing you earlier. Sometimes my mouth runs faster than my brain."
"No, it wasn't you."
"Perhaps it was the guy Jenna was teasing you about?"
Maureen caught the surprise in Jillian's face. "Good acoustics in here. Not so much side-to-side, but great from front to back and back to front. I've never been able to figure out why. This guy must be pretty special to get you that worked up."
"I think maybe he is. I can't stop thinking about him."
She offered a condensed version of the past two days.
"And you two are going out tomorrow night?"
"Yes."
Maureen grinned. "It sounds to me like Paul's going to get very lucky tomorrow night."
Jillian pretended offense. "I am not that kind of girl."
Maureen clucked ruefully and patted Jillian on the shoulder. "Of course you are, honey. We're all that kind of girl for the right guy."
8:05 PM
Rob shuffled uncomfortably down the hall, following Lisa who was fishing for keys in her purse. They'd been making out in the elevator and now Rob's constrained, but very visible excitement required him to move carefully to avoid inflicting pain upon himself.
As the door clicked shut behind them, Lisa flowed into his arms, her lips anxious and demanding. The time for soft, gentle kisses had passed quickly away in
Actually, Jillian was dying to tell, but she knew she'd be telling everyone about Paul later.
"Sorry, you'll just have to wait until dinner later when I tell everyone else. Besides, you should be warming up."
Jenna scrunched her lips into a pout as she started to stretch.
"Will you at least tell me when you two are getting together?"
"Tomorrow. I'm not sure of the time yet. He said to call him tonight when I get home."
"That late? Or are you planning to leave early?"
"No, I told him he might be asleep by the time I got home and you know what he said?"
Jenna cocked an ear.
"He said he couldn't think of a better way to be awakened than by the sound of my voice."
Jillian sniffed at seeing Jenna's eyes roll skyward. "Well I thought it was sweet."
"I bet you did," Jenna replied, then leered at Jillian. "But I'll bet I can think of a few other ways he'd prefer to be woken up."
"You're awful!"
Jillian felt her cheeks getting hot, and then hotter as the things Jenna meant, and then others, flashed across her mind's eye. In seconds, her face looked sunburned and Jenna laughed at her friend's embarrassment.
Just then, the instructor, Maureen, asked everyone to take their places. She started the class as she always did, with some breathing exercises.
Jillian tried her best to concentrate on her breathing but found Jenna's suggestive remark had planted itself firmly in the forefront of her consciousness. The thoughts excited her at a time when she should be relaxing, clearing her mind of worldly things, and focusing on her center. She was so distracted by mental images of herself and Paul that she didn't hear Maureen call for everyone to assume the first asana.
"Jilli!" Jenna whispered, then whispered again, accompanying it with a poke that succeeded in breaking through her reverie. "Hero."
When her eyes snapped opened, Jillian found she was the only one still standing.
"Well," Maureen said, catching her eye, "it's good to see one of my students has mastered the art of total concentration. Now if only we knew what she was concentrating on."
As she said that, she touched her cheek, glanced at Jenna, and winked to let Jillian know she'd noticed her blushing and understood why, which caused the poor girl's face to reach a shade of scarlet Maureen had never seen before.
Jillian spent the next forty-five minutes struggling to focus on what she was supposed to be doing. She cursed her friend half-a-dozen times, twice out loud, much to the amusement of Jenna and several of the people around them.
Finally, the class was over. As she rolled up her mat, Maureen approached.
"I'm pretty sure you didn't get your money's worth tonight, and I wanted to apologize for embarrassing you earlier. Sometimes my mouth runs faster than my brain."
"No, it wasn't you."
"Perhaps it was the guy Jenna was teasing you about?"
Maureen caught the surprise in Jillian's face. "Good acoustics in here. Not so much side-to-side, but great from front to back and back to front. I've never been able to figure out why. This guy must be pretty special to get you that worked up."
"I think maybe he is. I can't stop thinking about him."
She offered a condensed version of the past two days.
"And you two are going out tomorrow night?"
"Yes."
Maureen grinned. "It sounds to me like Paul's going to get very lucky tomorrow night."
Jillian pretended offense. "I am not that kind of girl."
Maureen clucked ruefully and patted Jillian on the shoulder. "Of course you are, honey. We're all that kind of girl for the right guy."
8:05 PM
Rob shuffled uncomfortably down the hall, following Lisa who was fishing for keys in her purse. They'd been making out in the elevator and now Rob's constrained, but very visible excitement required him to move carefully to avoid inflicting pain upon himself.
As the door clicked shut behind them, Lisa flowed into his arms, her lips anxious and demanding. The time for soft, gentle kisses had passed quickly away in
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