Page 11 of The Love Position

Getting out of the car, Estelle led the way. ‘I’ve brought you early so you can do the paperwork and get settled. Isaac’s got all the equipment you need, so don’t worry about any of that.’

Inside were men’s and women’s toilets on one side of a corridor, and a kitchen on the other. In front of them was a set of double doors. Sophia followed Estelle into a large, open space.

Facing away, and pushing an industrial-sized flat mop across the floor, was a tall, tanned, and muscled man dressed in blue shorts and a white vest top.

So this is Isaac Hayward.

He had the body of a gymnast, with lean, defined muscles, and a mop of curly dark brown hair. Sophia hadn’t seen the front of him, but the back was enough to make her heart beat faster.

‘Isaac!’ Estelle called out. ‘I’ve brought Sophia, the one I emailed you about.’

Isaac turned, his smile finding Estelle, then moving to Sophia.

The moment his green eyes locked on hers, the world seemed to stutter, as if fumbling for words. Isaac had the timeless beauty and physical perfection of a Greek statue, but the warmth and heat of a man who was very much alive.

He stared at her as if confused, his tanned cheeks darkening.

Sophia shrank back.

‘I know you got my email,’ Estelle continued. ‘You replied to it and said to come fifteen minutes early.’

Isaac blinked. ‘Yes, sorry. Hi, Sophia. I’m Isaac. Estelle, can you show her where the forms are? I need to finish cleaning the floor.’

He turned away.

Estelle frowned, then quickly replaced it with a smile. ‘He’s got them in a folder on the table over there next to the cash box.’

Sophia followed her to the back of the room. Estelle’s description of how hot Isaac was had been spot on. He looked like the kind of rock star or actor usually found on the cover of a magazine pulling an orgasm face.

‘I did warn you,’ Estelle whispered as she took a new student form from a folder.

Sophia nodded and pressed the backs of her hands against her flaming cheeks.

‘Do you want me to grab you a mat and we can hide at the back?’

‘Yes, please.’

‘Okay. I’ll sort that and you fill this in. Don’t forget the bit about your favourite sexual position.’

‘What?’

Estelle snorted. ‘I added mine to the bottom of the form when I filled it out.’

‘Oh, my god! You didn’t!’

She winked at Sophia. ‘You want to be more like me? Do that. Go on, I dare you.’

‘No way!’

‘You’re no fun.’

‘I know.’

Estelle’s face fell. ‘I didn’t mean it like that. Sorry.’

‘Don’t be. I don’t think I’ll be much fun for quite a while.’

Estelle gave her a squeeze. ‘As my sweet friend, Eveline, would say, “You’re perfect just the way you are”. And she should know. She’s got a direct line to God.’

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