Kick to the Curves (Eastgate BBW Romance Series Book 2) by Elle Gordon Page B

Susan and this is Marcia.”
                  “Perfect,” he said as he checked our names on the list. “Go ahead and enter the room to the left. The sensei will join you all in about ten minutes.”
                  “Sounds good,” Susan said.
                  “Thank you,” I smiled at him and he smiled back.
                  Walking down the hall, we saw a door and entered. The room was large with a wall length window overlooking a canyon below. Only a few students were standing around, talking to each other. There were a couple of guys and about six other women talking quietly to each other.
                  “I feel relieved,” I said to Susan.
                  “Why?” she asked.
                  “I was worried there would be kids here.”
                  “You’re crazy! Of course I signed us up for adult karate. Could you imagine kicking a little kid in the face during a sparring match?”
                  “That would be terrible!” I shouted. A group of ladies glared at me.
                  “Looks like we’re already the class rejects,” Susan joked.
                  “What else is new?” I added.
                  Suddenly, the door pushed open and a tall, muscular man walked through. He had dark brown hair and a smooth jaw line. His face was handsome but stern. I found myself staring at his chest, which was wide and tightly packed into his short-sleeved t-shirt.
                  “Hello, everyone,” the handsome man said. “I’m my name Mason, but you may call me sensei .”
                  “Hello, sensei ,” the group sounded together. Susan and I missed the boat on that one, as we stumbled in late on the chant.
                  “How did they know to do that?” Susan whispered to me.
                  “I was just wondering the same,” I whispered back.
                  “Today will be the beginning course,” sensei Mason explained. “We are going to learn the simple art of blocking your attacker.”
                  “I wouldn’t block anything he threw my way,” Susan joked. “Too bad he seems pre-occupied with that group of sorority girls in the class.”
                  The sensei went to the front of the class and looked around at the class.
                  “I want all of you to know that–“ Suddenly, our eyes locked. I could almost feel his gaze glancing inside of me. Quickly, I became flush as he seemed to lose track before he spoke again. “I’m sorry, as I was saying, it’s important that all of you give yourselves some space.”
                  “What was that?” Susan asked me.
                  “I’m not sure,” I said. There was something about the way he looked at me that sent a tingle inside of my chest.

Blocking 101
     
                  The sensei came around to help another gal with her stance. We were learning eight basic defensive blocks in case someone was to attack us. He touched the lower part of her back and as she leaned, she fell a little. The sensei had to nearly jump to catch her in his muscular arms.
                  “Oh my!” said the woman as she lay in the sensei’s arms. I saw her bat her eyes at him as he helped her back up. “I almost made a fool out of myself.”
                  “Almost?” Susan said to me under her breath. “She literally just threw herself at him.”
                  I giggled a little as the sensei came around to us.
                  “Hello, ladies,” he said to us. Up close, I noticed how sharp and beautiful his light colored eyes were. I watched his chest rise and fall as he spoke. There was something about him that was magnetic and strong. His biceps bulged like softballs along his arm as he