One Night Hand Stand

Who accidentally has a one-night stand with her yoga instructor?<br/>Yep. Me.<br/>How did I accidentally sleep with someone, right? I know what you’re thinking. Whoops! I slipped and inadvertently inserted Tab A into Slot B.<br/>That’s not quite how it went.<br/>But my yoga instructor is really, really skilled with Tab A, if you know what I mean.<br/>Slot B never had it so good.<br/>What am I supposed to do now, as I walk into my yoga class and find the guy I ghosted this morning… there, in front of the class, perfectly aligned and grinning at me like he remembers touching all my chakras.<br/>He's perfect. Too perfect. He's so perfect he's ruining my job.<br/>I'm an investigative reporter, working on spec for an article for a national magazine, and my job is to find all the ways this yoga chain is corrupt.<br/>The only thing criminal here is that I can't have him in Slot B ever again. And I would. I'd turn myself into a paper doll book if that's what it took for more of that action.<br/>I want him. He wants me. Nothing I do will make him back off because the chemistry is off the charts.<br/>Except for one pesky little thing:<br/>We’re at cross-purposes.<br/>I need my exposé to get the job of my dreams. He needs to sell his stake in the yoga chain before I expose the corrupt current owner.<br/>That makes him my enemy. My nemesis. The guy I have to get around to get ahead.<br/>And now we’re supposed to hate each other.<br/>But who ever let that get in the way of love?