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sketchbook and pack up my pencils as fast as I can, while this amazingly gorgeous man hops down from the table. Most of the class has already left, minus a few of the other girls, who are watching him grab a sheet to wrap around his waist.
    "Benjamin, will you wait a moment before taking off?" Ms. S asks him. He nods and walks over to the corner.
    As I am about to leave, Ms. S asks the same of me. Why oh why can't I just escape?
    "Tess, will you show me your sketch, please?" I oblige. She studies it for a moment and says, "Benjamin, you can go on into the back room and get dressed, but don't leave just yet, please."
    She takes my book and looks it over. "I knew you had it in you, Tess! This is outstanding! Although I see you haven't finished the face. I noticed you avoiding it earlier, so that's why I have asked you to stay behind."
    Crap. Where is she going with this?
    He walks out from the back room in a pair of jeans, a light gray fitted V-neck tee, and black boots, carrying the same black leather jacket he was wearing at Chatz on Friday night. He's heading for the door. But Ms. S steps in front of him. "Ben, I would like to have you stay for a few extra minutes so one of my students can finish her sketch. All she needs is to observe your face." As she stops talking she looks over at me across the room.
    His eyes shoot to mine and I die. No really, my heart just stopped. OK, not really, but it certainly feels like it did. "Ben, this is Tess, one of my most talented students, so this is why I would like her to finish her piece," Ms. S explains, handing him my sketchbook. Crap.
    "Of course, Gwen, that's fine." Oh God he's British! Can my panties drop any faster? He has a wicked grin as he looks down at my drawing of him, studies it for a second, and walking towards me. Holy crap, he's stalking towards me…I think I need fresh panties. Oh. My. God.
    "Hi, I'm Ben." He extends his right hand, waiting for me to return the gesture. I fumble with my bag and drop it. As I bend to pick it up, he reaches it first, stands, and hands it back to me. I set it in the chair next to me and turn back to him.
    "I believe this is yours." He's handing my book back to me.
    I blush. "Thanks. Um, I'm..." I take my sketchbook.
    "Punky_Painter?" he asks me with a wink.
    And I come back with, "Big_Ben? Seriously?" I look down to his pants and shrug a little, not that I have seen many—OK, none till now, except in a movie or two. But I'd best be keeping him on his toes.
    He smirks and says, "Yeah, well…" I have no idea what to say to that.
    He sits in front of where I am sitting about a foot away. Yeah, kind of close. Ugh, he smells so good… "I guess I'll just sit pretty 'til you finish your drawing. And I want to thank you for doing me justice in my boys' department," he adds, sounding cocky.
    I just sit and blush. And draw. What do you say to a complete sex god sitting in front of you and you have all the rights in the world to stare at him and do what you love best—create? Hmm...wonder if he'd mind if I put my headphones in. Can't hurt to ask...
    "Do you mind if I listen to some music?" I ask shyly.
    "No, of course not. How long do you think you need to stare at my face? No rush or anything, I was just curious." Wow, he's being kind? I stand and pull my iPod out of my back pocket. I can feel his eyes scan over my body and I feel my knees start to shake, so I quickly sit my butt back down. I unravel my headphone cords and just as I am about to pop the buds in my ears, he speaks up.
    "Oh you're not going to let me listen?" He asks with a little bit of a pouty face. It melts my heart. I don't know how serious he's being right now, but either way I like it a little better than purposely trying to embarrass me.
    I look right into his eyes. "Well, I don't know what kind of music you like and I don't want to sicken you and make your face scrunch up while I am trying to draw it."
    "Try me," he challenges. Oh really, I would like to. Maybe run my