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I can't believe Miles doesn't see how devastatingly beautiful he is. Well, I plan on changing that. I want him to view himself the way I do, and the best way I know to do that is to draw him so he can get a glimpse of himself from my perspective.
All my images so far have involved the two of us. This one is just going to be of him.
"What do I do?" He's staring at the bed like he's never seen one before. It's disarmingly cute.
"Lie down. Get comfortable."
"Okay… Any particular way you want me?"
Yeah. Right on top of me, fucking me until I howl like a feral animal.
"Any way that works for you."
He climbs onto the bed, his heavy frame sinking the mattress. He grabs his pillow and places it under himself, then lies down on his side, facing the chair I've plopped myself on.
"Good?"
"Perfect."
I start sketching out a general outline, my eyes feasting over the man buffet spread out in front of me. The bathrobe's a little short on Miles so his forearms and calves are exposed. He's got a dusting of dark hair in both places, and it's sexy as fuck.
He goes to move, then stops. "Sorry. Do you need me to stay still?"
"Yes. You need to stay perfectly still and cannot move at all. If you could please limit your breathing to four times per minute, that would be ideal."
Both eyebrows shoot up.
I grin. "I'm kidding. If you can try to hold the general pose that's great, but if you need to scratch your nose or move around so you don't go numb, that's fine. I'm no Paul Cadden."
"I…don't know who that is."
"He's one of, if notthebest pencil artists in the world."
"Well, I'm sure he's great, but you're very talented, too," Miles says as his fingers move to his cord. He unties it a fraction. "It got tight."
"All good. So, how did you get into finance?"
"Are we playing twenty-one questions?" he asks with a smirk.
I stop sketching and tilt my head. "We are. And as my subject, you are obliged to answer anything and everything I ask you."
He laughs, and the robe shifts slightly with the rumbling of his chest.
"All right. But I have to warn you, it's not a very interesting story."
I go back to sketching as he fills me in about how he was always great with numbers so it was a no-brainer. He went to college and got a double major in business and finance.
Okay, he was right. It isn't the most interesting story in the world.
So I fire off some more questions, recalling what he mentioned yesterday. "Favorite Taylor Swift album?"
He takes a moment to think about it. "There's usually a few tracks on every album that I enjoy. I like that she's re-recording her back catalog, so I'm buying those versions to, you know, show my support."
My pencil hovers over the paper. Wow. Could he have given a better answer?
"You make a mean breakfast. Do you like cooking?"
"When I have the time."
