Page 61 of Please Open Me
Every head within twenty feet turned. Including Sebastian’s.
Embarrassment wasn’t normally my thing. Well—itwasmy thing. But in a sexual way. For others. I was too pretty and too important to be embarrassed. Actually, I’d engineered my life around never having to feel that way.
And yet—right now—my cheeks burned.
The room eventually went back to its routine, but I stared at my shoes like they held the secrets of the universe. For a second, I seriously considered burning the building down.
If I killed everyone, they wouldn’t remember this. But that felt a little excessive. Even for me.
So I swallowed the feeling and tried to get back to... whatever this was.
When I looked back up, Sebastian was still watching me.
Icy blue eyes, framed by the dark rims of his new glasses. God help me, this man had no right to look that good with glasses.
He reached up and pulled an AirPod from his ear.
“Sophia,” he said calmly. “Do you need help?”
His deep voice bounced around in my chest, turning my insides to mush like I was a strawberry in a blender.
He should seriously consider voice acting. Or ASMR porn. Or real porn. I’d be down for any of it.
“I, uh…” My foot dragged across the mat, sticking awkwardly in a few places. “I wanted to try something new.”
Sebastian didn’t answer right away. He blinked once, slowly—like he was trying to decide how much effort I was worth. Then, after a pause that lasted a beat too long, he stood and set his water bottle down on the seat beside him.
“Do you mind if I show you?”
My heart did a full body slam against my ribs.
“Nope,” I said, trying to sound breezy and not like I’d just been offered a one-on-one lesson from a broody gym god. “Show away.”
He gave me his best attempt at a smile, but it looked more like a half-hearted straight line. Still, the dimple in his left cheek popped, just like Lucian’s.
I tipped my head to the side.
Man, they looked similar. Give Seb a tan and a full sleeve of tattoos, and give Lucian a haircut, and they’d pass for twins. Their dad’s genetics must’ve been strong.
“So,” Sebastian said, turning to face the machine, “stand like this. Feet shoulder-width apart.”
He planted his stance, back to the machine, and looked down at me as he assumed the position.
“Then you wanna squat your legs a little, reach through, and grab the rope.”
He demonstrated the motion with a sexy little grunt.
My lips curled into a slow, hungry smile. In my head, I knocked off his hat, threaded my fingers through that mess of dark curls, and yanked—just enough to make him look up at me.
He should be honored to see something so pretty, really.
Then he looked up at me. Still crouched. And I’d be lying if I said it was easy to fight the urge to slam his face into my pussy, even with all these people around.
“Then,” he continued, voice low and infuriatingly even, “you pull up. Squeezing your glutes the whole time.”
He did the action again and–yeah, no, I couldnotget my mind out of the gutter.
“Got it?” he asked, slowly returning the rope to the machine.
