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struggles lessened and Kent's arms released her. It must have been her imagination, but it felt like he slowed his forearm down as it dragged across her breasts, pressing against the hard peaks of her nipples.
    She fought against a shiver as she rolled off Kent and flopped back onto the floor. The combination of exercise and sexual hunger left her feeling limp and wrung out. A knock at the door wiped the amused smirks off her bodyguards’ faces and they went into instant professional killer mode. Even after nine months of being guarded day and night by them, she still found that transition into deadly predator scary.
    Leaving her in a sweaty and unfulfilled heap on the floor, the men stood on either side of the door. Cold and professional, they didn't need to speak to communicate entire conversations. Lalita lay panting on the mat and pulled herself into a sitting position as she checked the clock on the wall.
    Saved by her yoga and meditation instructor from begging Asher and Kent to bend her over and take her.
    Strands of black and purple hair clung to her sweaty neck and hands while she redid her ponytail. Asher opened the door and Kent stayed on the other side, his posture tense and focused. Dark and light, Lalita paid more attention to her bodyguards than the middle-aged Asian woman who walked in with a bright smile.
    "Hi, Mrs. Yazuka," Lalita called out and pulled herself from the mat with a groan. Stretching her arms behind her back, she watched the men and sighed internally when neither seemed to notice her breasts pressing against her tank top. No matter what she did, it appeared she would never be anything more than a client to them.
    Crinkles formed around Mrs. Yazuka's soft brown eyes as she unrolled the yoga mats in front of the window and smiled. "It is so good to see you today, Lalita." Folding herself into a seated position, she arched a brow at the men. Mrs. Yazuka was a good friend of their housekeeper’s and came highly recommended. Giving Mrs. Yazuka a nod, Asher and Kent gathered their towels and water bottles. They left the room with a last glance at her, closing the door after them. Lalita found it impossible to relax and meditate when they were around, so Mrs. Yazuka had banned them from the dojo when it was her turn to instruct Lalita.
    Warm sunlight glowed behind her closed eyelids as she began to do her deep breathing, drawing in the slightly musky air of the dojo. In her imagination, she could smell the familiar scents of Asher and Kent's citrusy cologne. Images of dark skin, cool blue eyes and hard muscles made her body warm and tingle.
    She visualized the air going into her lungs. Muscles loosened up, starting from the top of her head and working their way down. Long and slow breaths relaxed her and let her mind wander. Images of the assault tried to invade her peace. Her heart started to speed up and her breath hitched in her throat. She felt exposed in the middle of the room, vulnerable. It was a mental battle to keep her eyes closed, but she used the meditation tricks she had been practicing and regained her serenity.
    *
    "Lalita, I want you to start visualizing your vase." Mrs. Yazuka's voice rolled over her subconscious, triggering the hypnotic suggestion that Mrs. Yazuka had implanted weeks ago.
    Lalita immediately lost conscious thought and became a puppet awaiting instruction. "I am the lock," Lalita intoned in a soft voice. Her breath rose and fell in her chest in a constant rhythm as her eyes darted back and forth behind her lids.
    Mrs. Yazuka darted a glance at the closed doors. "I am the key."
    Reaching back into her pocket, Mrs. Yazuka pulled out her cell phone and quickly dialed a number. "She's ready for her next set of instructions," Mrs. Yazuka murmured into the phone. She took out a small hands-free device and placed it in Lalita's ear. Her hands shook with nervousness as she took her place by the door and listened to the voices of the bodyguards outside.
    "Hello, Lock," the