Picture Me Naked (Stoddard Art School Series) Read Online Free PDF Page B

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    Leah arrived in a mini skirt, boots and a Wonder Woman tee shirt that looked airbrushed on.
    “Morning, Zee.”
    “Look at you. Want to tell me what’s going on?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “A mini-skirt and heels? Hot date?”
    “Oh, this old thing? I don’t know, I just felt like wearing something cute today.” Leah smoothed the front of her skirt.
    “You and everyone else it seems. Look around.” Madeline walked in and Zee choked on a fog cloud of gardenia. “Okay, Madeline’s perfume could knock someone out. What is with all of you today?”
    Leah just gave a little shrug, opened her eyes wide, looking innocent. Zee scanned the room once more. Realization dawned on her like a brick to the head as Genevieve tottered into the classroom wearing red patent leather, peep-toe stilettos. Zee tugged Leah close and whispered, “This is all for our pretty boy Jones, isn’t it?” Leah gave her the same wide-eyed shrug. Zee’s mouth dropped open. “I don’t believe this! What’s wrong with all of you?”
    “Nothing is wrong with any of it. So we tidied up a bit.”
    “Tidied up?” Zee pointed, “Look at Genevieve’s shoes. She’s going to kill herself.”
    “I think they look nice.”
    “You’re not serious. And for what? So Aussie boy will spill some of his 24-carat charm on you? Incredible.” Zee planted her hands on her hips.
    “So what?” Leah fluffed the back of her hair. “It’s not doing anyone any harm. There’s nothing wrong with trying to look pretty every once in a while. You know, you could—”
    Gasping, she held up her hand. “Don’t even go there, Leah. Say it and I swear I’ll never speak to you again.”
    Smoldered, Zee couldn’t believe Leah and the rest of them were jumping through hoops to impress Jagger Jones. They were all crazy! She tried taking a deep, calming breath, but Madeline’s perfume got in the way.
    She checked her watch. Jones-ie was ten minutes late…again. Zee forced herself to unclench her jaw and tipped her head from one side to the other to loosen the wooden two by four that had become her neck. She shouldn’t be angry at him for what was happening, but she couldn’t help herself.
    Arms crossed, she checked her watch and stood tapping the toe of her high top. She tried not to glance around the room at the barnyard of feathered chickens all vying for the attention of the new rooster and his handsome you know what .
    Zee unfolded her arms and jerked down the frayed hem of her paint-smeared sweatshirt. She was not jealous. For a split second, she considered that maybe Nana and Leah had a point. If she… No! Anger flashed as common sense regained its hold in her brain. What the hell? Were they piping some invisible gas into the room that made everyone lose their minds? Zee set her jaw, yanked her zipper up tight, and crossed her arms again.
    Jagger hit the room running. “Sorry.”
    The collection of hens clucked, “That’s okay.” “No problem.” “Take your time.”
    Today’s shirt advertised Fosters beer and Jagger was out of it in seconds. His jeans took even less time. Did he always go without underwear? Madeline set her timer and Jagger struck a pose.
    Zee spent the first minute fuming. The pose wasn’t good anyway. But then he changed his stance, and the light hit him just right. Grabbing a blunt stub of a charcoal stick and using it on its side, she slashed with annoyance onto the page. A wide gash of black imprisoned Jagger’s torso onto the pad. In just three or four terse lines, she captured the rugged beauty of the man’s body. Her next view was of the breadth of his back. Again, Zee’s precision with line and form trapped him with angry strokes onto the page.
    Jagger chose to sit for his longer, twenty-minute pose. He drew up his legs and curled into himself. Limbs tangled and intertwined. He sat with his forehead resting on bent knees until his final adjustment when he tipped his head to one side so his cheek rested where