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Fire.
That’s all I feel in my body and the hottest flames lick right between my legs.
Why am I horny right now?
Avoiding all eye contact, I push my chair so I can hide behind my canvas, but the chair is noisy and scrapes along the floor like nails on a chalkboard. Thankfully, everyone is too enamored by the Viking that just entered the art gallery to notice what I’m doing.
Head tucked to my chest, I turn to Norris, offering an apologetic smile.
“He’s an old friend of my Cassie,” Norris explains like my body isn’t dying to turn itself inside out.
“Does he do this often?” I whisper as Cassie makes a joke about… fuck if I know. I can’t breathe.
Do I have to see this man naked?
On second thought, that’s not a bad idea.
But to draw him? There’s not one single person in this room that can do him justice.
Norris scoffs. “Logan? Never. He lost a bet with my girl.”
What kind of bet?
Another forceful laugh escapes my lips.
I need to get some control of myself.
How will I ever manage in a court room?
I throw a silent prayer to my father.
Sorry, Daddy, your girl is going to be a shit lawyer.
Risking a peek around my canvas, Cassie claps her hands together, obviously amused by Logan’s predicament.
“Ready?” she asks him, smirking.
He scowls at her with a loud growl. I know that face. It’s how he looked at me last night.
Total caveman.
It could be five seconds or five hours before he removes the leather jacket and his T-shirt. I wait with bated breath for the rest to come off, but it never does.
Well, that’s disappointing.
But holy mother of all the holy people.
The man is carved to perfection. Thick, muscular thighs strain against his black jeans, the deep V leading to so many abs I’m pretty sure I could wash my clothes on them, and those shoulders are even more spectacular without the material of his T-shirt hiding them away.
Cassie sighs. “This is as naked as we’re going to get Logan today so do your best. Focus on his tattoos. Create art within art.”
What?
I’m so out of my depth.
She tries to position him in a pose, but he always falls back to resting his elbows on his thighs, looking like he would rather walk across hot coals than be here.
“Are you going to take any of my guidance?” Cassie asks, tilting her head at him.
