Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“I’m just thinking about making ceramics.” I turn my head so I can look up at him. He smiles down at me.
“I had no idea you’ve done this before. You’re a woman of many hidden talents.”
“I’d say there’s a lot you don’t know about me, Mr. Barrister.”
“Okay, Miss Mystery. Are you going to let me learn a few things?”
“It depends on well this date goes, I guess.”
“I see,” he nods. Brick’s hands move, sliding down my shoulders and taking my jacket with them. I wiggle my arms so that it’s easier for him to remove my trench coat. He drapes it over his arm, resting it in the crook of his elbow.
His eyes finally get to drink in the outfit I put together. I haven’t worn this dress in a while, and it feels good having a man – in particular this man – looking at me like he’s ready to pounce.
“You look delicious,” he whispers.
“Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself.”
I bite my bottom lip because while I like my outfit, it’s not really appropriate for making ceramics. Brick goes to hang up our coats before coming back over to me.
“Are you ready?” He seems totally unaware of the limitations we are currently facing because of the clothes we are wearing.
“Uh, Brick? I’m happy you brought me here, but I don’t think I have the right clothes on to be working on a wheel.” I look down at my outfit and finger a small section of the fabric before looking over at Brick and pointing at his clothes. “Neither do you,” I grin. At least I have the excuse of not knowing what tonight’s activity was. Brick planned this whole thing.
“Well, what about these aprons? Samantha left them here for us. They should protect our clothes, right?”
I look at this big beautiful man and shake my head. He does not know a single thing about pottery. “This small fabric might keep our torso somewhat clean, but wheels are messy. That clay is going to get everywhere. And I mean everywhere. It’s a bitch to wash out.” My very special dress is going to get completely dirty. Usually, I’m not high maintenance about my clothes, but I don’t own a lot of very nice outfits, and I’d rather not mess up one of the few ones I have.
“I guess the only solution is for you to be completely nude,” he tells me with a straight face. I balk at the idea. What is he talking about? He wants me to get naked and then make a bowl? “I mean, you’d have the apron on, but that would be the only garment you would have on.”
“Really? You want me to wear nothing but that apron?” I point to it. It would cover a decent amount, but my body would be on display, everything hanging out. I’d be putting on a show for this man.
“Yeah, I want you naked. You don’t like my idea? It’ll keep your beautiful dress from getting messed up. Isn’t that what you’re worried about?”
I roll my eyes. This man really knows how to spin words, and he comes up with the craziest ideas. First the video and now this.
“And what about you? Won’t your clothes still get filthy?”
“I can get naked, too,” he shrugs. “I don’t mind.” I have to cover my mouth before I make the ugliest sound. He’s just so casual about nudity. I guess he’s more used to this type of situation than I am. My guess is Brick finds himself in some odd places naked with women quite a bit.
I take a second to consider his proposition. I mean, this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve stripped for him. When we made that second tape, I got undressed under some very harsh lights. This man has already seen every inch of my body. And if he watched any of the tapes before returning them to me, then he probably has a pretty decent knowledge of it.
I can’t really say I feel shy around him. In fact, I feel emboldened more often than not when I’m with Brick. I’ve done some of the craziest things with this man.
Getting naked in a ceramics shop is just another day, I guess.
“Okay, I’ll do it. There’s no camera this time, right?”
“There isn’t. I promise,” he chuckles. I take a deep breath and unzip the side of my dress. Brick’s eyes follow my fingers until they reach the end of the zipper. The side opens a little, the cool air of the room touching my skin.
Brick moves next, unbuttoning his dress shirt. His fingers deftly move down the line, twisting each button without a second’s hesitation. He pulls his shirt off to reveal his gorgeous, highly defined chest. This is only my second time seeing it, but God almighty, he takes my breath away. I want to reach out and touch him, but there are still more clothes to be taken off.