Last chapter Jenna was too busy freaking out and fantasizing over a man she almost missed the appointment. What happens next almost makes her wish that she had.  Hope you enjoy reading the latest chapter. And would love to hear your comments, critiques and feedback.

Scents of lavender and chamomile followed after, heading towards him and Sherry. Sherry all forgotten, Jason looked past her and watched as Jenna dashed forward and stumbled. She righted herself and made her way over to his table, her eyes steady on his face that she never noticed Sherry's presence until she was beside her.

While Jenna glanced between them confusion marring her face he still found her beautiful. The front part of hair was mostly tugged out of her bun as if she ran her fingers through them but forgot it was pulled back.

"Am I interrupting something? Thought you wanted to meet alone."

"Alone? Alone for what?" demanded Sherry, sounding too much like a jealous girlfriend for him.

He frowned up at Sherry again. Hoping she'd take the clue he answered tertly, "No. Sherry was leaving. Please sit down."

Sherry scoffed. Hurt and betrayed, she threw Jenna a derisive look. Still she didn't leave. Worse, she chewed her jaw as if she wanted to say something.

"Bye Sherry."

"But Jason."

"We have things to talk about."

"What things," she persisted. "If it's about yoga then I can help too."

"No you can't." His voice and his entire body hardened and held a dangerous edge that promised she'd pay dearly for if she continued on staying where she wasn't wanted. Sherry saw and heard it. And left but not without placing a kiss on his cheek goodbye and adding an extra umph in her hips as she sashayed away and out the cafe.

Alone at last with Jenna he turned back around and halted in shock. Jenna stared at him glassy eyed, frightened as a bunny while her teeth worried her bottom lip. He wanted to reach out and touch his finger their to make her stop. But he was afraid he wouldn't stop there. Jason knew once he touched those delectable lips he'd slide that finger into her mouth and tell her to suck it.

Now wasn't the time for such things. She was frightened and he had no idea why.

***

When Jenna ran through the doors and saw him, she was relieved he was still there waiting for her. He could've easily decided to tell her secret as payback. But the short bout of relief was crushed out of her once she made it to his side and was startled to see Sherry next to him.

What was he doing with Sherry? Did she know too? Did he tell her or what if it was Sherry the one who found out about the book? Yes, Jenna could see Sherry using this to get her fired or embarass her.

Her chest squeezed painfully when Sherry kissed his bearded cheek. For a brief moment she imagined taking Jason's coffee and throwing the drink in her face. But soon enough she calmed down and reason found her.

If Sherry was there laying her claim on him like she did then chances were they both knew she authored the book. At least that answered most of her questions. The only questions she had now was what they wanted from her.

Blackmail her for money to keep quiet? Go into business together and charge exorbitant rates for couples looking to spice up their sex life?

She couldn't see either one happening. Although the former was more likely to happen than the latter. Ever since they started working together at Yoga Sensations Jenna never once known Sherry not flaunt her sexiness. Not only that, Sherry was also ambitious.

Being a yoga instructor was nothing but a comma in the woman's life. Owning her own studio one day was her period. And Jenna could see Sherry using her as the best-selling author of the yoga sex guide book to realize her ambitions faster.

So then who was Jason to Sherry? Her boyfriend? Her enforcer?

But that didn't make sense. From the way he'd dismissed her Jason obviously didn't want Sherry here. So the question remained.

Who was Sherry to Jason? Why did he approach her and demanded to meet afterwards?

Jenna worried her bottom lip with her teeth as her eyes glanced to his eagle and semper fi tattoo on his right forearm. The same image that appeared in her vision during her a yoga meditation session months ago. Guess the vision was warning her about this moment.

"Hey," said Jason. His arms reached across the table and gently grabbed her hands into his own. "What's wrong?"

A jolt of electricity zapped through her numbing her to everything but his touch. His large, calloused hands dwarfed her own. She couldn't take her eyes away from the image. It called up past fantasies of those hands on her body making her cry out. Turning her body into a quivering mush of sated happiness.

"Jenna."

Jenna sighed. The sound of her name from his lips sounded sinfully delicious. Like warm chocolate drizzled on icecream. Or on her.

No, no. Don't get lost in the fantasy. This man must not have good intentions. Stay focused Jenna.

Done scolding herself, Jenna shook her head and pulled her hand out of his grasp. She ignored the pain of loss she felt and instead asked the question driving her crazy for the past hour.

"Why did you ask to meet?" Jenna cringe at the tremor in her voice, cleared her throat and continued on. "What do you want from me?"

Lightheaded and feeling sick to her stomach Jenna waited to finally hear Jason confirm her fears. It'd be better this way when he did. At least she could stop worrying about it once she knew.

"What I want from you?" His voice lowered and Jenna went from being nauseous to a nest of butterflies fluttering around her stomach. Other body parts fluttered in response too.

"Yes," breathed Jenna. Her tongue darted out and licked her lips. She watched him hungrily follow her tongue. Even more confused about why she was here and aroused, she leaned across the table toward him and whispered. "You know I wrote the book. So what do you want?"

Jenna tried to ignore the heady scent of sweat, woody spice and virile man and failed. Another fantasy of them entangled together in a large bed hit her with an impact of a hydrogen bomb. Seconds too late she realized she was feeling his energy when his hands clasped hers again, pulling Jenna closer towards him.

His face slowly descended and stopped a hair breadth away. Her heart raced, no pounded as if it wanted to flee from her chest. And if she wasn't already sitting down Jenna knew her rubber turned legs would have her falling to the floor in a heap.

His warm breath fanned her face sending shivers down her spine. He smelled of his coffee, dark and intense.

And like his coffee, in a dark and intense tone, he answered. "You."

***

Jenna came out of her meditation so frustrated she wanted to hit something. The meeting with Jason that morning was so beguiling she immediately unfurled her yoga mat to clear her head in meditation. Instead of receiving any visions to help solve her current problem, she kept receiving the images she saw of them in bed together before he made it known he was blackmailing her for sex.

Her cell rang again for the fifth time. Jenna listened as the Beyonce's Drunk in Love ringtone rang then stopped and rang again.

Jenna sighed. She slid her left leg off her right thigh and right left off her left thigh. Coming out of the lotus pose, she stretched her arms upwards lengthening her back then walked towards her new peach, blue and black duffle bag she bought online from Victoria Pink.

She unzipped the side pocket and pulled her phone. Swiping the screen she saw five missed calls from Bea.

Jenna pressed on the number and called back. The rang once before Bea picked up and shouted into her ear.

"Where the hell you been?"

Jenna pulled the phone from her head. "Hello? Jenna? I know you're there. I can hear you breathing. Obviously you're not dead because ghosts can't make phone calls."

Despite all her nerves Jenna chuckled and held up the phone back to her ear. "Don't be so dramatic Bea. I'm here."

"Well, I expected you to call me right away after your meeting. I was worried. Even gazed into my crystal ball to check up on you. Nothing worrisome was predicted but still I worried."

"Sorry Bea." Jenna walked to her kitchen, pulled out a cup from the dishwasher and rinsed it out. She grabbed a pitcher of lemon water from the fridge and filled the cup to the rim. The sweet and tangy flavor was refreshing and Jenna took another sip. Curious about what she meant by nothing worrisome Jenna asked, "Exactly what did you see?"

"Legs tangled in messed up sheets and a large man over a woman. Think he might've had a tat but couldn't see too clearly. Which was odd."

Her heart dropped to her toes as she listened to Bea describing the future her crystal ball showed her.

"Odd how," she croaked.

"Well," Bea paused as if fit the puzzle pieces of her mysterios prediction together. "It was almost as if the vision minded the couple's privacy. So only showed me a fuzzy snippet of things to come. Anyways, I'm guessing the guy from the vision was the one you met with. And the woman beneath him was his girlfriend or lover."

Or me.

Jenna didn't know what to do with that news. She drained the rest of her glass and placed in in the sink. She rubbed her forehead trying to think what their visions met and what her next plan of action to be when her thoughts were interrupted by an over excited Bea.

"What was that?" Jenna's mouth dropped open in horror. Did she say that out loud? "What do you mean? You're the woman predicted getting on with that fine ass specimen of a man?"

Jenna ran her fingers through her hair and gripped her bun. "I thought you said you didn't see much." She tried to deflect Bea's interest off of her but it didn't work. The woman never let go anything interesting once she sunked her teeth in. It was the same reason she ended up publishing a book she never wanted anyone to see.

"It was riveting gazing. Though the picture was fuzzy I could tell the man had the kind of an ass you'd bounce a quarter off of. And from the way he moved his hips he definitely knows how to work his cock."

Feeling heated, and surprised steam was rising from her body and the images burned into her mind from Bea's over descriptiveness, Jenna waved her hands in her face as she paced up and down the kitchen.

Damn Bea. Damn her weakness. Was she so foregone that she couldn't hear any pittance of information about Jason without getting hot and bothered?

"So what's this about you being the woman getting her ass tapped?"

Jenna moaned. Then silently admonished herself and tried to get her emotions under control. "Bea," she pleaded, "can we please not talk about this?"

"No," answered Bea. "You're not going to run from this. Either tell me now or I'll call everyone up and come over and make you confess."

"You wouldn't," gasped Jenna. She pulled the phone away and stared down at the screen in shock. Even though she said that Jenna knew that Bea would.

Fingers trembling, a resigned Jenna placed her phone back to her ear. "Okay I tell you."

"Are you sitting down?"

"No."

"Is this something you'll need to sit down for?"

Jason, the man behind the inspiration of her yoga sex drawings just told her he wanted to use her for sex to keep his mouth shut. Oh yeah, she needed to sit down for this.

Without answering Bea, she hustled to her living room, sat in the loveseat and raised her knees to her chest. She wrapped her free arm around her propped legs and pillowed her hand on her knees. Then poured out everything from the beginning. From when he literally rocked her world when he first smiled at her. From how he made her heart race and so nervous she'd run away whenever he tried to talk to her like the dork queen of the kingdom of dorkdom. From how she always lost in sexual fantasies of them together that she couldn't help herself but illustrate some of those fantasies.

"And now he knows I wrote it. And when I asked him what he wanted he said 'you,' then kissed me, told me to think about it and left."

Jenna said the last word on a wail but she didn't care if she sounded like a child who wasn't getting her way. Things were starting to get out of control so it was her due. Also, the disappointment that Jason was the kind of man who'd blackmail a woman for sexual favors was a blow she didn't think she'll recover from anytime soon.

Eyes burning, she felt a tear escaped down her cheeks and quickly wiped it away. Jason Argo was a despicable man and a bully. He didn't deserve her tears.

Willing the tears back, Jenna sat up and stretched out her legs over the arms of the love seat. "What should I do Bea?"

Bea, who had remained silent during her entire self condemnation, answered with two of the craziest pieces of advice she'd ever heard.

"Either fuck him. Or don't fuck him."

"What? That's it?" Jenna demanded as she rolled her eyes.

Of course she would've received such a Bea-like advice. This was the same woman who advised her to self publish her dirty little secret. Jenna wished she had the ability to transfer her consciousness to her younger self. And stop her younger self from listening to Bea's bull months earlier about how she'll be helping couples reach a deeper sexual love and no one would find out if she wrote under a pen name.

"Jenna stop overthinking and just listen okay?"

Jenna sighed. "Fine. I'm listening."

"This man wants you." Jenna snorted. Oh yeah, he wanted her alright. Bea continued on as if she had heard a thing. "And you want him too."

"Not anymore. Not after what-"

"So you say," Bea interrupted, "but you didn't hear the sound of your voice as you talked about this guy. You were breathless."

"In anger."

"No I didn't hear any anger. What I heard was an ache for the man you thought he was and lost when his actions today proved he wasn't worth you feeling like a dork queen over him."

Jenna opened her mouth to deny that she was sad but her voice hitched as the sob she'd been holding back lodged out of her throat and escaped into the air. Then she remembered for one brief wondrous moment of time that Jason was finally asking her out. She'd been visiting la la land and he was king of the magical sexual domain asking her to stay as his queen. Then all too soon reality laid waste to everything she wished them to be. The fallout decaying her feelings for him, poisoning her from the corners of her heart.

And when he kissed her Jenna knew she could've loved that man. With that kiss, what was supposed to beginning of something wonderful, withered.

Jenna cried and cried into the phone while she cursed Jason for ruining things this way. Thankfully, Bea hadn't said another word and let her cry the last of her unrealized love all out.

Jenna's day is not ending well. The man she's dreaming about proven himself to be a dud. Someone who likes to find people's weaknesses and use against them. But Jason's happy as a lark because now the woman he's found something to bring him closer to the woman he's been admiring for months. 

What will happen next? Will the misunderstanding resolve itself? Find out next week Friday in chapter 3.