Page 1 of Falling for Leanne


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CHAPTER1

LEANNE

“When Kayla left, I wasn’t sure I’d like the new yoga instructor, but she’s great. I really think I was holding tension in my hips,” I said, sipping my iced chai and enjoying the relaxed and energized feeling a good yoga class always gave me.

“Yeah, I was hoping for a guy. This woman’s good, but a little eye candy with my yoga wouldn’t hurt,” Rina said mischievously.

“It’s about getting in touch with your body and spirit, not ogling your instructor,” I pointed out. “I’d be really embarrassed if I thought a student was sexualizing me while I taught an exercise class.”

“You and your exercise physiology and professionalism. I’m paying for the class, and it would be a nice free-gift-with-purchase if there was a hot instructor,” she teased, drinking her iced coffee. “And you wouldn’t have tense hips or whatever if you got laid once in a while.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. I’ll head out to a bar and sit down next to the first guy I see and ask him if he could help with my hip tension,” I shook my head.

“Speaking of guys in bars, my date last night did nothing to recommend meeting a man that way.”

“Ooh, do tell,” I prompted. “Not that I’m glad you had a crappy date, but because I’m excited to hear the juicy disaster details,” I said.

“Thanks for that,” she rolled her eyes. “I’m so glad my suffering entertains you.”

“It entertains you, too, or you wouldn’t want to tell me all about it, admit it,” I said.

“Fine, but get comfortable,” she said. “It’s a long story.”

I made a show of wiggling in my chair and setting my cup down to give her my full attention. Rina grinned, and I could tell she was excited to give me all the gory details and make them as hilarious as only she could do.

“Ok, first, remember when I met him,” she said with a pause that could’ve been called dramatic, “Ryan was the hot blonde guy I met when I went out with my cousin Ashley for her birthday last week.”

“The one that sounded like a human Ken doll? I remember.”

“Hey, Ken Doll is the all-American classic boyfriend,” she said. “And he had that clean cut look to him, great smile, no creepy looking open-toe man sandals or anything.”

“I do not want to see a man’s toenails on the first date. Call me old-fashioned,” I quipped, and she nodded in agreement.

“Exactly. Let’s leave that horror to the imagination,” she agreed. “I had my hopes up, which is always a mistake. I thought, this could be Mr. Long Term Potential, the guy I’ve been waiting for.”

“The reason you kissed all those frogs,” I contributed helpfully, to which she rolled her eyes.

“Exactly. I was about to get my Disney prince.”

“Ken doll. You’re mixing metaphors,” I pointed out.

“Do you want to hear this story? Because Prince Naveen he is not. There was no payoff to kissing this frog, if you know what I’m saying,” she said. “The plan was that he’d pick me up and we’d go eat, maybe go to a club after. So, I’m all ready.”

“Full preparation?” I asked, eyebrows up. “For a first date? This must’ve been some promising guy for you to go to all that trouble.”

“I did. I even had a spray tan,” she said, holding out her arm so I could admire it.

“It does look great. Very summery. I miss summer,” I said.

“It looks good, doesn’t it? I had a coupon at least. Point is, I shaved, I moisturized, I spray-tanned and did a blowout on my hair with the shiny serum stuff I bought at the salon that I only use for special occasions.”

“Were you going to give it up on the first date?” I asked.

“If it had gone well, I wasn’t ruling it out. It’s not my usual speed, but Ryan really turned my head. I fell for his wholesome, handsome boy-next-door routine. When I think of the time I wasted getting ready yesterday, it’s just disgusting. I could’ve done something fun. Or I could’ve gone through the laundry basket and matched up all the stray socks and it still would’ve been a better use of my time.”

“Wow. That’s serious. If laundry is less of a waste of time…I’m sorry it went so badly. How bad are we talking? Did he rob a convenience store while you were with him or something? Because we can go down to Legal Aid and sort this out.”

“Haha. No felonies were committed. Although he did have on a polo shirt. Aqua. With the collar popped,” Rina said with a grimace.

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