Page 26 of Random Encounter

I asked him to tell Reese and Danny again that they were amazing, then headed outside with Dustin and Phillip.

“You really loved it,” Dustin said.

Was it that obvious? “It was so much fun.” Excitement hummed in my veins, and the cool kiss of the night air brushed my heated cheeks. “I know it’s only been four days, but this job is like the best thing ever.”

Dustin looked skeptical. “The best? I mean, we’re awesome, but that’s a high bar.”

“Better than sex?” Phillip asked.

A short laugh escaped before I could stop it. “In my life? Going to the grocery store is better than sex.” No. Stop. Don’t do this, Adrienne. “Why do you think I have such a hard time drawing it?” Fuck. Apparently I was doing this.

Dustin tsked. “That’s not right.”

“It’s really not. There should be a law or something that a woman my age should already know—” I snapped my jaw shut.

“Know what?” Phillip asked.

What gets me off besides a bullet vibrator and free porn. At least I still had some restraint. “What falls between unfulfilling vanilla fucking and paid actors doing it for the camera.” But not much.

“I can show you that.” Phillip’s confidence and lack of hesitation made my stomach drop into my shoes.

“Dude—”

Phillip held up a finger, silencing Dustin, and looked at me, as we stopped by my car. “You do the nude sketching already. And the other night wasn’t your first time in that classroom.” The intensity in his gaze seared into me.

“Yes. And no, it wasn’t my first time. I like learning about the lines in anatomy.”

“You’ve got a solid foundation,” Phillip said. “I’m not talking about anything inappropriate.” He glanced at Dustin. “Clothes on, and just a few pointers about what falls in that middle ground, for work.”

I couldn’t think of an argument. I didn’t want to. Should I be worried about work? If I asked, would the offer be withdrawn? He said clothes on. It wasn’t like we were actually going to screw. “I’m not going to get the right perspective if I’m in the middle of it.”

“I’ve got a camera set up at home. We’ll capture it, you’ll have reference shots for later,” Dustin said.

Anticipation and desire surged inside, lighting my senses up and pulsing between my legs. Did he just offer to film me in naughty positions? A teeny tiny prick of logic said that was a bad idea, but it was one of the hottest suggestions I’d ever heard. “Okay. I’m in.”

“Perfect.” Phillip’s immediate reply made it easier for me to not take back my agreement.

I should say never mind. Forget it. “When?”

“We’re free right now.” Phillip opened my car door for me. “Dustin will text you the address. Meet us there?”

I nodded, not sure what I was more terrified of hearing come out of my mouth—a take back or a gushing acceptance.

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