As Alice shifted her foot up into the proper position, leveling her hands at heart's center, she felt a gaze upon her. While most of the older women had managed to return their focus to what they were doing (and what a certain instructor was doing), Mr. Instructor was sneaking glimpses at her, and she was having a difficult time not sneaking them back.
At least this wasn't a Vinyasa flow class. Something told her that watching him drop down and press through a vinyasa would have any woman blushing like an idiot. Any sign of that today would obviously be a result of physical exertion and nothing else.