But this morning, I was waiting for something a little more personal. I was waiting for The Big O: the elusive, G-spot, ultra orgasm.  The kind I'd heard about, read about, yearned for, but had not yet experienced.

            Don't get me wrong, it's not like I'd never had an orgasm or anything.  But, to date, they'd all been the standard issue, plain vanilla kind.  Nice, but nothing I couldn't give myself any day of the week, if I wanted.  What I was hoping for was something more, for soul-searing, life-altering, rock-my-world passion.  I knew it was out there, waiting for me.  All I needed was the right guy to help me find it.

            I knew he was out there, too.  He was my Twin Flame, my Split Apart, my Tantric Soulmate; the man who would love me madly, passionately, loudly.  All night long.  They say good things come to those who wait, and I was certainly counting on that being true, but he was taking a long time to get here and I was growing impatient.

            Finally, the light turned green and I made it to where I was trying to get--The Body Electric--for my first workout of the week, and definitely my favorite. 

            Power Yoga with Derek Novello was never an easy class, but with Derek calling the shots, getting whipped into shape was almost a pleasure.  I hurried up the walkway toward the two story Hollywood Deco building, smiling in anticipation, enjoying the trickle of the fountain in the courtyard, the tinkle of the wind chimes in the topiary, the sweet scent of sandalwood.

            "You're late," a voice growled the minute I set foot inside the deserted anteroom. 

            I froze for an instant, heart pounding in my chest, as I recognized Derek's dark-chocolate voice.  Then I turned,  making one of those slow, graceful pivots I'd been practicing. 

           He was looking yummier than ever, with his two-hundred-push-ups- every-morning-before-breakfast arms folded across a tight black tank, putting all those lovely muscles on an in-your-face display.  The black workout pants he wore, on the other hand, were disappointingly loose, at least in front.  But experience had taught me that when he turned around...ooh, baby.  They'd likely mold to his glutes in a way that would make my own pants grow damp. 

Was I in a rush for him to turn around?   Uh-uh.  'Cause he's also got the fiercest brown eyes and most delicious looking lips and, oh, I thought with a tinge of sadness, if only we weren't friends.

            "Traffic," I explained, trying to rein in my runaway lust.  I'd always made it a policy never to mix sex and friendship, as Derek knew full well, though he continued to tempt me.  "You wouldn't believe all the cars on the road today."

            "So? There's always traffic, that's no excuse.  Besides, you only live twelve blocks away.  You jog, you hike, you exercise--give me a break, Gabe.  Are you really going to tell me you couldn't walk that far?  You could get here on time if you wanted."

            I sighed, feeling even more regretful.  The truth is, he looks even sexier when he gets worked up, and since he's a Scorpio, that happens a lot.  "Don't be silly, Derek.  This is LA--no one walks here."

            Derek rolled his eyes. "Go get dressed."

            Sexy or not, I hate it when anyone's annoyed with me.  It's a Pisces thing.  We want everyone to be happy.  Luckily, I knew just how to make Derek's day. "I'm sorry, Sensei," I murmured in my breathiest, most contrite sounding voice.  I dropped my chin, laced my fingers together, and peeked up at him adoringly, like the blondest damned geisha you'vd ever seen.  "Won't you please forgive me?  I promise it'll never happen again."

            A muscle twitched at the corner of Derek's mouth, showing me how hard he was trying not to smile.  "It better not.  You know the rules.  Don't expect me to make exceptions for you just because we're friends." 

            Well, that was ridiculous.  Scorpios always make exceptions for their friends.  That's still the best way to tell when they've written you off.  But as I bit my lip and took a step closer, I knew that wasn't the case with us--yet.  There was a hot, hungry look in Derek's eyes, though he was still pretending to be indifferent to my act.  'Course that all went to hell in an eye-popping, jaw-dropping hurry when I flashed him the twins. 

            "Damn," he muttered, blinking appreciatively, as I tugged my top back into place.  I gave him a wink, then turned on my heel and marched off toward the lockers. 

            "You still have a few minutes before class starts, Der," I called over my shoulder.  "You might want to use the time to rearrange that package of yours.  It's bulging."

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