Resisting Roots (Lotus House Book 1) by Audrey Carlan Read Free Book Online

or taking them to go?”
    Looking around, I really had no reason to go to my empty apartment. The laughter was plenty, and a bunch of hot, young yoga chicks wearing tight clothing, sitting around and chatting it up, made for a nice view. “I’ll stay here.”
    “Bet that was a hard choice.” She snort-laughed again while rolling her eyes. “Anything else?”
    “Yeah, how about a couple of those chocolate-dipped cookies?”
    “You got it.”
    Dara was efficient when she wasn’t talking up the patrons. After I paid, the items were all laid out along with a stack of napkins and my three tiny milks. I swore they were the same size as the milk cartons I got back in grammar school, basically a sip for a guy my size.
    “Keep it real,” she said.
    I stepped away, and she tended to the hippie standing behind me.
    “Hey, Jonas, how’s the paraphernalia business treating you this fine morning?” she asked.
    I glanced to the side to find a thin dude with a mop of curly brown hair wearing a tie-dye shirt, loose jeans, complete with a hole in both knees, and Birkenstocks. The outfit screamed throwback to the seventies. Since Dara mentioned paraphernalia, I’d wager a guess that he worked at or ran the smoke shop across the street.
    I found a spot dead center in the bakery eatery section. It took ridiculous effort not to drool when the cinnamon aroma wafted up as I got settled.
    Plowing through my first cinnamon roll was like the first dunk in a steaming hot whirlpool bath after a hellish practice—beyond heaven. Licking the sticky mess off my fingers, I checked out all the people in line and the folks that had stayed. Every single person in the entire bakery was smiling. Hell, I was smiling. The happiness surrounding the place was contagious. I huffed and pulled out my phone.
    To: Ross Holmes
    From: Trent Fox
    Did yoga today. Signed up for private lessons to work the hamstring. Scheduled every morning from 10:30 to noon, starting tomorrow. Don’t book any meetings during that slot.
    While I finished my second chocolate milk, admiring the view of the new round of yoga chicks who bustled in to get the vegan wares, my cell phone signaled I had a message.
    From: Ross Holmes
    To: Trent Fox
    Roger that. Don’t skip out.
    I thought about Genevieve and her eyes as dark as night, flawless skin, and a body that wouldn’t quit. Those full glossy lips… Damn, my dick started hardening. Yeah, there was no way in hell I wasn’t showing up for my private time with my own personal yoga hottie.
    Finishing up, I waved at Dara while limping toward the door. She tipped her chin in a quick gesture toward my bum leg.
    “Don’t worry about it. Nothing my new private yoga trainer, Genevieve, won’t help me fix.”
    Her eyes widened, and she smiled so big her white teeth sparkled against the contrast of her skin tone. This street was filled with beautiful women. I needed to invite some of my brothers from other mothers on my team to this side of the Bay.
    While exiting the bakery, I decided to hit the gym and burn off some of the massive calories I’d just taken in. Whistling, I thought about Genevieve, Luna, Mila, and Dara. Four fine-assed women in the span of two hours. Genevieve led the pack by a mile. In baseball terms, that chick was a grand slam. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

Chapter Four
    The official Sanskrit name of the root or base chakra is Muladhara. It is located at the bottom of the spine at the point where you sit. This chakra symbol is the most earth-centered of all the chakras. It stands for our inherited beliefs through our formative years, self-preservation, and personal survival. Our identification with the physical world centers on this first of the seven primary chakras.
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    GENEVIEVE
    I knew the instant Trent Fox entered the small private yoga room. All the air in the room thickened, pressing against my skin, making the already low lighting seem more intimate. The room was softly lit with several