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Why was he so good at hiding his emotions? "Bend over." Fake Adrian said to Niran, grasping my attention again. Niran didn't think anything was wrong with this scenario and turned around, like she had done it a few times. Which was probably the case. Just as she was about to pull her pants down and I sucked in a breath, fake Adrian put his hand on her ass. "I want to show you something first." Fake Adrian said.

It’s just me and the hum of the refrigerator. I decide to clean. Which is ambitious considering my center of gravity has officially shifted forward. I move slowly. Deliberately. Wiping down counters. Rearranging the throw pillows for the fifth time. Folding laundry takes more effort than it should. Bending is a negotiation now. Every time I crouch slightly, I feel the stretch across my lower back. Every time I stand up too fast, I have to pause and breathe through the lightheadedness. “You’re nesting,” Keisha had said last week.

"Bend forward." A breathless whimper escaped my lips. The stark, thrilling contrast between the hyper-professional corporate environment outside those walnut doors and the raw, absolute surrender inside this office made my mind completely short-circuit. I walked to the edge of his desk, placing my palms flat against the dark, cool mahogany, bending at the waist until my upper body rested forward, my hips raised and completely exposed. Damian stepped up behind me, his massive frame blotting out the warm light of the fireplace. His large, warm hands came down onto my hips, his fingers digging into the fabric of my pencil skirt, gathering the material and pulling it up past my waist.

When we finally released I was shaking. The class continued. Bridge pose had me lifting my hips high, pelvis tilted up, feet planted. The position was obscene. I felt exposed and desperate. Andrew walked past and I swore his eyes lingered on the arch of my body. Or maybe I was just projecting my own hunger onto him.

I pull my shirt over my head and toss it onto the ground, standing ready. Nyx smirks, clearly approving of my willingness to push myself. She steps to the side, grabbing a pair of light dumbbells before handing them to me. "Alright, let’s start simple. These are ten pounds each. We’re going to do bicep curls first."

I instruct, showing the how to do it aswell. "That's good. Hold the position for five seconds and slowly go up. Repeat that nine more times." I say standing up and walking between them, helping whoever needs it. They finish and I go back to the front. "Now we are going to bend down all the way and touch our toes." I say, again demonstrating. I touch the front of my trainers and look up at them. I feel eyes on me and I look between my legs to find Aiden staring at me. I smirk when he quickly looks away before coming back up.

“Like that. Now — bend over.” I snapped my head up. “What?” “To lift the weight off the floor.” He looked at me with that expression — patient, faintly amused, entirely aware of whatever had just gone through my head. “You have to bend over, Layla.” “Yes,” I said. “Right. Obviously.” “A lot going on in that head of yours, Mrs. Lawson,” he said. I rolled my eyes and lowered myself to pick up the weight. “Good. Now lift slowly,” he said. “Keep your back straight. Use your legs.”

"Vanelope will try to get inside your head. She'll make you doubt everything—me, yourself, what you want." "And what do I want?" I asked, because apparently I was a glutton for punishment. His smile was sharp enough to draw blood. "That's what we're going to figure out." He walked around me slowly, then stopped at his desk and leaned back against it. “Bend over,” he said. “Hands flat. Legs apart.” My breath hitched. Still, I obeyed. The desk was cool beneath my palms. My hair fell around my face, curtain-like. The leather of his belt creaked softly behind me. I didn’t know what he was doing, but every moment felt like I was suspended on the edge of something sharp and holy.

I had to subtly adjust myself in my shorts, not wanting anyone to see the beginnings of my boner. Everyone got to work after and like she said, the females had a much easier time than us males. Women were naturally more limber and most of them here easily got into the back bend without any difficulty. Micah and me, along with the other men, were having far more trouble. My back did not want to bend into the U position whatsoever. I kept trying over and over again before Raina came over to help while Liam went to some of the other guys to assist. “You are not setting a very good example to your fellow warriors there, Alpha,” said Raina playfully.

His voice came, this time not to me, though. "Bend over" He ordered with so much authority in his voice, and the lady bent down obediently like a dog. She laid her hands against the soft couch right opposite the bed I was tied to, probably to give her the support she needs, as her back was bent in an impossible arched shape I didn't know could be achieved. Her bare ass was wide open, and high up in the air, jiggling like it was nothing but a water filled balloon. Nicholas looked at me and smiled again.