Picture Me Naked (Stoddard Art School Series)

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Author: Lisa A. Olech
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, spicy, model
been real lucky since he’d struck out on his own. He’d met some great folks along the way. Now look at him, he was rubbin’ elbows with artists. Hell, he couldn’t draw a straight line to save himself, but that Zee had some real talent.
    Okay, so she was a bit chilly round the edges, but she had a great mouth. Her lower lip had this sexy little dip. Very nice. Nice ass, too. Jagger smiled to himself. Wouldn’t say no to spending time getting to know her better. Then he remembered what she’d done to his sketch.
    What was it with him and thawing out women who’d rather see him tossed into the trash bin?

Chapter Four
    Friday morning Zee stood at the counter of her tiny kitchen drinking tea and eating a slice of wheat toast with a whisper of peanut butter. The early sun spilled through the windows over the sink. She liked her bright, itty-bitty kitchen. Everything about her apartment was itty-bitty, including the rent. The big selling point according to the rental agent, after she recovered from a near-coronary climbing five flights of stairs, was the roof. The roof? She couldn’t be serious.
    Looking out on it now as the sun rose, Zee still couldn’t see its value. In the summer, it was blistering out there. Any plants she placed out on its black tarred surface shriveled and died within a week. It was a desert. No shade. In the winter months, it was just another place to hold snow. It reminded her of an empty parking lot.
    Isabella rubbed around Zee’s legs in her usual morning greeting before she leapt up, sat prettily on the windowsill and gave herself a bath in a sunbeam. Mid-lick of one paw, she looked up, blinked her round green eyes and meowed. Zee followed the direction of the cat’s stare, just as she caught a whiff of Chanel No.5.
    “Morning, Nana.”
    “You need to eat more than that. How about some juice? Or a piece of fruit?”
    “No thanks, Nan. I’m not hungry. Besides, I’m trying to lose a few pounds.”
    “Nonsense, you’re skin and bones.”
    “Have you seen my ass?” After the other day, she’d given her rear end way too much thought. Damn Jagger. Twice she’d caught herself trying to catch a reflection of her butt in a mirror. Zee set her dirty plate into the sink and brushed the crumbs from her fingers.
    “Don’t say ass to your grandmother.”
    “Sorry, Nan.”
    “How are your drawings coming?”
    Zee shrugged. “Pretty good.” Wednesday’s class had been great. Jagger inspired some amazing sketches. His body was just so…so fine. Leah’s new word was scrumptious. He still made Zee feel like she was standing on shifting sand. That smile of his made certain parts of her body pulse yes while her head shouted a definite NO!
    After witnessing the scene with Ed, Jagger seemed even more interested. He was a huge flirt. When she packed up her things at the end of the day on Wednesday, she found he’d left her one of his apples as a treat. If he started leaving chocolate, she was in trouble.
    “I peeked at your sketch pad,” Nana continued. “They’re excellent.”
    “You were always prejudiced.” But Nan was right. Jagger made the work easy. It was as if his body was built just for her, as if she’d meant to draw him her whole life.
    Zee left the kitchen and gathered her things as well as her thoughts. She hated that Jagger made her so distracted. She needed to focus. Living five flights up was the perfect incentive for not being forgetful. She looked over the small pile by the door. “What am I missing? Oh, yes, my water bottle.” She snagged one from the fridge as she slipped a huge black sweatshirt over her head.
    “Are you off to class again this morning?” Nana followed her.
    “You know I am.”
    “Is that what you’re wearing? Why don’t you wear something pretty? You’re such a lovely girl, if you’d only try a little harder, you could be a real beauty. At least wear something that tells people you’re a girl.”
    Zee stuck out her foot and revealed her
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