Over Exposed by Stephanie Julian Read Free Book Online

the registration area. Not there, either.
    In fact, he didn’t find her downstairs at all.
    Was she still in bed? Just the thought made him hard.
    Running his fingers through his hair, he knew he shouldn’t consider going upstairs to check on her. But, Jesus, he wanted to.
    He had his hand on the banister and his foot on the first step when a noise caught his attention. He had no idea what it was, only that he hadn’t heard it before.
    Following the sound to the back of the building, he realized what he was hearing was music but not the rock and metal he liked. It was that shit they played in New Age shops and acupuncture studios. Daisy had dragged him to a few acupuncturists for his chronic neck ache. He still had the neck ache and he’d grown to hate the music.
    Apparently this was something else he and Sabrina did
not
have in common. Too bad chemistry wasn’t one of those things. Hell, their chemistry was off the charts, as they’d proven last night.
    He should probably wait for her to find him. He should head back to the room he’d commandeered as an office and wait for her to finish whatever the hell she was doing.
    Just like he shouldn’t have kissed her last night.
    But did he resist? Of course not. He didn’t have enough self-control when it came to Sabrina.
    And that was a major problem.
    He made his way down a hall that led, if he remembered correctly, to the workout room. Actually, it was more like a dance studio with wooden floors and mirrored walls.
    Or a yoga studio, because that’s what he assumed she was doing.
    Dressed in loose black pants and a gray shirt, she crouched on the floor, face down, arms stretched out in front of her. She’d pulled her hair back in a ponytail that spilled over one shoulder and onto the floor.
    She must have had a routine memorized because there was no TV in the room, no instructor. The music plinked and plunked and annoyed the ever-loving shit out of him. But he would put up with it as long as Sabrina stretched and moved to it.
    She hadn’t noticed him yet, and he made sure he stayed far enough in the hall that she didn’t catch him in the mirrors.
    Yeah, maybe now he felt a little like a stalker. But that didn’t mean he was leaving, because if he wasn’t going to take the girl to bed, he could sure as shit just enjoy watching her move that gorgeous body.
    Unfortunately, he must’ve caught her at the end of her routine because after only a few more minutes, she got to her feet, turned off the music, and picked up the mat she’d been using.
    Since he knew he couldn’t get away without her seeing him, he figured what the hell, he’d own up to his bad behavior.
    After last night, she probably wouldn’t be surprised by anything he did. Then again, he didn’t want to frighten her.
    He stepped into the room just as she was turning from replacing the mat on a shelf.
    â€œGood morning.”
    She gasped and her hand rose to spread over her heart. “Holy crap! Jeez, Greg. What are you doing up already?”
    He smiled at the cranky tone of her voice, wanting to go over and kiss that little frown off her face.
    Yeah, last night he’d made a huge tactical error. Why the hell he’d thought he could just kiss her and not be tempted to push for more was a mystery.
    He needed to back the fuck off.
    And yet, here he stood, waiting for her to come closer.
    â€œIt’s after noon, and I slept more this morning than I usually do. So, how long have you been doing yoga?”
    She gave him a strange look, a little wary, a little confused. Like she didn’t know what to expect from him.
    Hell, he didn’t know what to expect, either, so they were even.
    She sidestepped him as she walked past and continued on toward the front of the building. He fell into step beside her.
    â€œI started because I needed a phys ed credit and yoga seemed easier than basketball or Pilates. I continued because I