King (Rogue Rebels MC 2)

“Have you ever tried yoga?” I asked as I approached the mat. I kept my eyes glued to him, determined to engage him in conversation so that he wouldn’t try to leave again.

He shook his head. “No. Not my thing.”

I began to stretch on the mat. “Really? What is your thing then?”

“I’m more into cardio, weight-lifting. That sort of thing.”

“Yoga is really relaxing. You should give it a try sometime. It’s really easy too. See look—this is a basic yoga stretch.” I demonstrated for him, once again pleased to see his eyes roaming my body.

“Are you trying to get me to do yoga with you, Natalie?” he asked, folding his arms across his chest.

I gave him a sly grin. “Is it working?”

He laughed, the sound of it being music to my ears. It seemed like such a long time since I’d heard him laugh—or even seen him smile—at least in my direction. “No,” he said.

I pouted. “Well, will you at least keep me company?”

Colt’s brow furrowed. “It gets lonely being the Speaker’s daughter, huh? I’d imagine it’s hard to know who to trust.”

I swallowed, having not anticipated the conversation taking such a serious turn. I lowered my gaze to the floor, this time genuinely focusing on my stretches rather than on him. “No. Being the Speaker’s daughter is all right. It’s lonely being the only child of a widowed potential vice-presidential candidate.”

“You guys don’t have much family, huh?”

I shook my head. “I’m an only child. My mom was an only child. And my dad is an only child.”

“Wow.” Colt ran a hand through his silky dark hair.

“You don’t have to stand there. You can take a seat if you want,” I said, pointing to the chair across the room. It was a comfortable reclining chair that I had been stingy about since childhood, never letting anyone else sit in it. It was where I liked to curl up with a good book and read late into the night whenever I had trouble sleeping. Yet, for some reason, I didn’t mind Colt sitting there.

He crossed the room, removed the pillows from the sides of the chair, and took a seat. With a sigh, he leaned back and closed his eyes for a second.

“Long day?”

“Taking care of you is a lot of work. I mean—looking after you, rather.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, feeling as if I had literally been stung.

Colt smiled. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.”

I blinked, startled by the sincerity in his voice. I also noted that his face looked slightly flushed, as if he had said more than he meant to. An involuntary smile spread across my lips, and Colt averted his gaze just for an instant as I went into another yoga stretch.

After a while though, he couldn’t keep his eyes off me. I glanced at him throughout my workout, seeing lust creeping into his eyes each time I twisted my body into an interesting position. Purposely contorting myself into erotic poses, I finished my workout feeling just as hot and bothered as Colt looked. I suppressed a smile when he reached for one of the pillows he’d removed from the chair and placed it in his lap.

He abruptly cleared his throat. “Uhm…excuse me,” he said, standing awkwardly from the chair and making a rather obvious effort to not face me as he returned the pillow.

The he bolted from the room.

I had a feeling I wouldn’t see him up close for the rest of the day, which left me feeling a bit disappointed. But thinking of the way he watched me put a smile on my face. I flipped over on my yoga mat and just lied there for a while, my body yearning for him and wishing so desperately that he had taken the bait.

CHAPTER 8

Colt

“Hello, Speaker Finley,” I said. I’d been sitting in the living room, reading news articles on my phone while keeping an eye on the surveillance cameras displaying the surrounding grounds of the Finley estate. When I’d seen the vehicle returning him home, I couldn’t have been more grateful. A couple of hours had gone by since I’d been with Natalie, but I was still overly aware that I was in this big house alone with her, and I’d been fantasizing entirely too much about going back into her room and asking if she would mind doing those yoga poses again, preferably on me with her clothes off.

Since the yoga demonstration in her bedroom, I’d heard her retreat to the library. I didn’t approach her again though, not even to check if she needed anything.

“Hi Colt,” the senator said, his voice friendly, but tired.