Stolen Identity: Mute Heiress

Chapter 390: Yoga

Morning came quickly. Sunlight slipped through the curtains and spread across the bedroom.

Emily’s alarm rang sharply on the bedside table when it was 10 a.m.

She groaned and buried her face deeper into the pillow as her hand stretched out blindly and swiped across her phone, snoozing the alarm.

The room fell quiet again, and she slowly drifted off again.

Beside her, Callan, who was very much awake, smiled faintly.

But when she still did not move after another minute, he tapped her shoulder gently.

"Em, you need to get ready for work."

She groaned louder. "Mmm... no."

"Wake up," he said softly, poking her side.

"I don’t want to," she mumbled into the pillow. "I’m still sleepy."

Callan chuckled quietly. "You can’t be late for work."

She turned her head slightly and squinted at him. "Why are you not getting up then? Do you want to be late for your own work?"

He stretched lazily on the bed as he watched her for a moment.

Her hair was messy. A few strands fell across her cheek. Her lips were slightly parted. She looked sleepy, and her lips looked very tempting.

He cleared his throat. "I’m the boss," he said calmly. "I can go to the office later than usual. You, on the other hand," he continued with a grin, "said you don’t want people saying you get special treatment."

Emily slowly pushed herself up. Her hair fell around her face, and her grey eyes narrowed at him.

She glared at him. "That’s low, Cal. Really low."

Instead of amusement, desire shot straight through Callan’s body. He hadn’t expected that. Not from her sleepy morning face. But the moment she looked at him like that, his chest tightened.

Emily noticed immediately. She saw the way his eyes darkened and the sudden tension in his body.

Her heart skipped. And a slow, pleased feeling spread inside her.

Good. Very good. She liked that she had such an effect on him.

She stretched her arms above her head slowly, watching with pleasure as Callan’s gaze followed the movement of her boobs.

"I think I want to do my yoga exercise before I leave," she said innocently.

Callan blinked. "Yoga?"

She nodded. "Yes. Yoga. You know that thing people do where they stretch and meditate?" She said dryly.

He scowled at her. "I know what yoga is, and of course I know you practice it like your mum."

"Oh, good," she said sweetly. "I haven’t done it in days. I feel stiff." She turned her head slightly. "Do you want to join me?"

Callan shook his head immediately. "No." The last thing he wanted was to tempt himself or test his restraint.

She tilted her head and pouted. "I thought you might want to."

"Why?"

She gave him a small, thoughtful look. "Because I might need help with some stretches."

Callan frowned slightly. "Since when did you need help with stretches?"

She slipped out of bed. "Well, there are some new postures I’ve been meaning to try. But it’s okay if you can’t join me. I guess I’ll get someone else to do it with me at the hospital. I’m sure Dan will be..." she trailed off with a laugh when Callan glared at her, silently daring her with his green eyes to complete the statement.

"Will you help or not?"

"Well... go ahead. Call me when you need help," he said casually.

She smiled sweetly. "No need."

He raised a brow. "Why not?"

"I’ll just change and bring the mat into your room," she said. "That way I won’t have to call you."

Callan wondered what she was up to. "Okay."

She walked toward the door. But before leaving, she glanced back at him. Her lips curved slightly in a coy smile, then she disappeared.

The moment the door closed, Callan jumped off the bed and adjusted his pajama trousers.

"Damn."

He rushed straight into the bathroom and splashed cold water against his face and neck.

Then he leaned over the sink and exhaled. "Control yourself," he muttered as he poured cold water again.

His body slowly calmed, and eventually he straightened.

"Okay. I’m good."

He stepped back into the bedroom when he heard the door open, and the moment Emily walked in, Callan froze. And his control shattered instantly.

She was wearing a skintight yoga outfit; soft grey leggings that hugged every curve, and a cropped sports top that showed a small strip of smooth skin.

Her hair was tied loosely behind her head, and she carried the yoga mat under one arm.

Callan’s breath stopped. And just like that, the problem between his legs returned very aggressively.

Emily noticed the reaction immediately, but she hid her smile. "Ready?" she asked sweetly.

Callan cleared his throat. "I think so. But you will have to tell me what to do."

"Sure." She spread the mat on the floor, then stepped onto it.

"Let’s start simple."

She bent forward very slowly, and her back curved as her hands touched the floor.

Her leggings left nothing to the imagination.

Callan’s breath hitched, and his eyes immediately dropped.

"Can you help me with balance?" Emily asked.

Callan walked over cautiously.

She lifted one leg behind her. "Just hold my waist."

He hesitated. Then placed his hands lightly on her waist. Her skin felt warm even through the fabric.

He swallowed as she leaned back against his hands slightly. Then straightened again.

"Good," she murmured.

For the next pose, she lowered herself to the mat on her hands and knees.

Then she slowly sank her hips back while stretching her arms forward across the mat, her body lengthening along the floor.

Her back curved, and her hips lifted slightly.

Callan clenched his jaw and looked at the wall.

"Cal?"

"Yes."

"My back feels tight," she said. "Can you press here?"

She tapped the small of her back.

He crouched behind her and placed his hands gently where she pointed.

"Lower," she said softly.

His hands moved slightly.

"Is that better?" he asked.

"Mmm... yes."

She shifted again, her body pressing lightly into his hands as she stretched deeper.

Callan’s control was hanging by a thread.

Emily rose slowly from the mat. Then she stood in front of him and lifted one leg onto the edge of the bed.

The movement stretched her body sideways, the curve of her waist tightening as she leaned towards the raised leg.

"Hold my ankle," she said.

Callan did. Her calf was warm under his hand.

She leaned forward slowly until her hands rested on his shoulders for balance.

Now they were very close. Her breath brushed his neck. Emily stayed like that for a moment.

Callan stood very still. His jaw was tight and his breathing uneven.

Then she slowly lowered her leg and stepped back. Studying him as she did so.

Her lips curved into a slow smile as she stepped forward and gently touched his cheek with her fingers.

"I have to admit," she said softly, "I admire your self-control."

Callan looked at her, his eyes dark with restraint. "Were you testing it?"

Without responding, she rolled up the yoga mat and tucked it under her arm.

"I should get ready for work now." She walked towards the door. Then she paused and looked back at him with a playful smile. "By the way, thanks for helping with my stretches."

Then she left and the door closed behind her.

Callan remained where he stood in the middle of the room. He dragged a hand through his hair and let out a long breath.

He had never felt so aroused, and so completely unable to do anything about it.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered.

He had never felt so frustrated in his life.

And the worst part?

He knew she did it on purpose.

He hoped she wouldn’t keep it up, because he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to hold himself back if she kept doing this to him.

Knowing she’d need a ride to the hospital, Callan went in to freshen up, and relieve the pressure in his groin.