High Energy, Joy, Dara [books to read this summer .txt] 📗

in the side; he grudgingly clapped a few times.

LaLeche scanned the audience, noting the return faces. His eyes lit on Tyber and

remained there. "Dr. Evans! Glad you could make it again. It's a real pleasure."

Everyone turned to stare at Tyber, wondering why he deserved to be singled out

by their great one.

"Thank you, Mr. LaLeche. I was intrigued by your seminar last time and made it a

point to come to this one. I'm very interested in what you're doing."

Zanita inwardly winced at the double meaning behind his words. She only hoped

LaLeche didn't pick up on it. Apparently he didn't, for his next words were full

of chummy cheer.

"I was never one for the formalities; call me Xavier, please." He paused,

waiting for Tyber to return the courtesy. He didn't. "Well… You must stick

around after we're through here tonight. I'm very curious to hear your

impressions of what I'm doing."

"I'm sure you would be," Tyber said under his breath, before saying in a louder

voice, "I look forward to it." LaLeche glowed.

"Maybe it's you he likes," Zanita quipped.

"Only for the size of my… reputation," Tyber flashed back, causing Zanita to

blush. He chuckled.

"Cut that out! Be serious or you'll blow everything!"

He had a very good comeback to that, but refrained from using it. "Okay, baby.

But remember, serious is as serious does."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Look in the third row, fourth seat from the left—Isn't that Forrest Gump

sitting there?"

"Tyber, don't start again." However, when she glanced in that direction, she

discovered that the man in the audience did look like Forrest Gump. Despite

herself, she giggled.

"And you didn't believe me about the red spaceship. Shame on you."

She started to shush him, but sneezed instead.

"That's the fourth time you've sneezed this evening."

"Maybe I'm becoming allergic to you." She blew her nose.

"Are you coming down with something?"

"No."

He examined her face closely, noting the flushed cheeks. "You are."

"I am not!"

He took her hand in his and made to rise. "Let's go."

"I'm not leaving!" This she said a little too loudly; several people turned to

stare at her. She yanked her hand out of his. "Sit down this minute and stop

making a spectacle of yourself!" she hissed.

"Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"

"Because I knew you would behave this way. And I was right! Storming over

people's wishes like—"

The corner of his mouth quirked. "You're awfully cranky, aren't you? I mean, for

someone who isn't sick."

"—like some bloody pirate captain!" She crossed her arms and refused to look at

him for at least half an hour.

LaLeche was already warming up to his subject matter. "For instance, when you

introduce an electric current into a wire, it generates a magnetic field. Isn't

that right, Dr. Evans?"

"Ah, yes."

"Conversely, when one sends out a healing thought, one is sending out energy

with it. The greater the strength or power of the thought, the greater the flow

of energy. Now the more the flow of energy, the greater the field of energy. So

you see how you create a magnetic field when you generate a strong thought."

Tyber shook his head several times as if to clear it from a punch.

"So, too, with strong healing thought. You see, my friends, the body is like a

motor which needs energy fuel to keep running efficiently. Sometimes the motor

breaks down and needs to be recharged. The power of healing can do this,

especially—especially—when you have someone who can effectively generate this

energy down the right pathways in the human body. Through my special talents, I

can provide and direct the energy you need to heal yourself."

"Maybe he can cure you, Zanita." Tyber leaned over her. "Then I won't have to be

angry with you anymore for not telling me you were sick."

She gave him a disgusted look, saying, "You just earned another fifteen minutes

of the cold shoulder." She promptly turned away from him.

"The flow of energy is a very important lesson you will need to learn if you

wish to be effective in controlling your well-being. I will share an exercise

with you on this technique." He looked into the audience. "Ah, Zanita!"

She jumped.

"I see you returned with our friend Dr. Evans. Since you did such a fine job on

the last exercise, I know you won't mind helping me with this one."

"He presses his luck," Tyber muttered.

Zanita made a face at Tyber. "No, I don't mind." She went up to the podium.

Tyber sourly noted that several men leaned forward in their seats, eagerly

awaiting the demonstration.

"Now this exercise is designed to make you aware of the flow of electrical

energy throughout your body, so that you may begin to control the flow of your

magnetic field. I want you to sit in the chair again and close your eyes."

"Okay."

"Surround yourself with the white light."

"Check."

"Check?"

"Surrounded."

"I want you to visualize the appropriate images for movement and stillness while

you're doing the exercise. When you inhale, say 'movement' and when you exhale,

say 'stillness.' All right?"

Zanita's eyes popped open; she stared directly at Tyber and swallowed. He

returned her look, his lips twitching with suppressed laughter. They were both

remembering a certain morning not too long ago when she had begged him for

movement, and he had opted for stillness. It had been one of the most erotic

experiences of her life.

There was no way she was going to go through with this exercise with Tyber

staring so knowingly at her. She turned flushed cheeks to LaLeche. "Um… can we

do something else, Mr. LaLeche?"

"Why, whatever for, my dear?"

Whatever for, indeed. Tyber grinned, lacing his hands behind his head. He leaned

back in his seat.

Chapter Seven

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"Movement." She inhaled.

"Stillness." She exhaled.

Tyber, not moving, eyes passion-drugged as he watched her ignite beneath him…

"Movement." She inhaled, deeply.

"Stillness."

The cords of his neck standing out as he threw back his head, struggling not to

move in her…

"Movement." She inhaled, quicker now.

"Stillness."

The heated press of his mouth, his tongue, arms clasped around her, him inside

her everywhere…

She exhaled on a moan. "Stillness," she panted.

"Very good, my dear. Do you feel the stillness within you?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Excellent. Now you have taken the first step in controlling the flow of energy

within you. Do you feel the flow?"

"I'm flowing."

A burst of coughing echoed in the dead silence of the