Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“But… but he was just staring straight ahead.”
“Yes. At you,” the man next to her confirmed.
Susan patted my shoulder. “Can you blame him? He sure as hell wasn’t looking at me.” She glanced past me and her eyes widened.
“What?” I asked, turning around. But then I saw the answer to my own question. Jackson was walking toward us, his bare feet padding along the concrete floor.
“Good evening, ladies.”
My jaw dropped as I stared at him. Up close, his eyes were almost impossibly blue. And he was tall—taller than I’d anticipated. My ex has only been an inch or two taller than me, so it felt strange to tilt my head up to meet his gaze.
Except I was too mortified to even do that. I’d just spent a good half hour staring at this man’s cock. There was no way I could meet his eyes. Fortunately, his mouth, surrounded by that sexy little beard, was hot to look at, too.
“Hi there,” Susan said, a seductive purr in her voice making me do a double take. She had to be at least sixty, and this man looked no older than thirty. “We’re awfully glad you joined us tonight.”
“Is that so?” The model’s voice was rich and masculine, but not super low. The tone made me think of the kind of man who was at ease whether he was flirting or joking around.
“Definitely,” Susan said. “I’m Susan, and this is Penny.” Her elbow dug into my side, possibly checking to make sure I was still alive.
“Nice to meet you both,” he said smoothly. “And I have a favor to ask.”
“Anything,” Susan breathed. She was definitely better at speaking up in front of sexy strangers than I was.
“It’s my first time modeling, and I’m curious. Would you mind if I took a look at your sketches?”
Susan was already reaching for hers. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Jackson flashed a killer grin as he chuckled. It was a low, sexy sound that somehow vibrated its way through my entire body, leaving pleasant tingling in its wake. Then his body shifted in my direction, and I took a quick peek at the rest of his face. He was looking directly at me.
“I… I’m… mine’s not done,” I said, my voice barely loud enough to reach him.
Fortunately, Susan was already waving her sketch in his face, moving around to stand at his side. How was it that she had more game than I did? Well, most women did, but she was in her sixties. She had grandchildren. She was wearing sandals with socks.
But with Jackson’s attention on Susan’s work, I was free to stare at him again. My fingers itched to reach for the pencil and sketch the line of his throat, but that ship had sailed. Instead, I took my last opportunity to stare at him with awe.
Susan looked up and bit back a laugh. “Come on, Penny, show this handsome young fellow your drawing.”
Oh no. Panic filled me. “I… it’s not done.”
“That’s okay,” Jackson said in his warm voice. “I don’t think Carl was expecting a masterpiece in a ninety-minute class.” His blue eyes pinned me in place. “I’d really like to see it.”
It was really hard to say no to a man who looked like that, but it would’ve been even harder to show him my sketch. But I couldn’t figure out what to say to the Greek god in front of me.
Fortunately, at that moment, Carl called Jackson’s name. My art teacher was at the back of the room, standing next to the door of his office as he waved Jackson over.
“Saved by the bellow,” the young gorgeous model mused, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Have a nice evening, Susan and Penny.”
Wow. The sound of my name rolling off his tongue was almost enough to make my knees give way.
“Wow,” Susan said, echoing my thoughts as Jackson walked away. The tight robe outlined the contours of what looked like an excellent backside. That had never been a part of a man’s body I’d been particularly interested in, but that was before I’d laid eyes on Jackson.
Then Susan pushed my arm in what she likely thought was a good-natured way. “Why didn’t you show him your drawing?”
“Are you kidding? I could barely even talk to him.”
She laughed. “I noticed. But holy crap, he was fine. If I were thirty years younger… and not married, well, I’d be all over him.”
“Yeah,” I said uncomfortably. It felt like I was a teenager again and all my friends were gushing over a cute boy in our class. I never knew the right thing to say in those kinds of situations.
Susan sighed wistfully. “It’s going to be a hell of a letdown to draw a fruit basket or whatever next week. See you then, Penny.”