Page 60 of Scarlett and the Big Bad Billionaire
“When?”
“Tonight, if you’d like to.”
“Okay then,” she said. “Yes, I’d like for you to draw me.”
I nodded. “Great. There’s only one condition.”
“What is it?” Scarlett asked. She looked intrigued and a little nervous.
“You have to be naked.”
CHAPTERNINETEEN
SCARLETT AT THE FOUNTAIN
Scarlett
My body went rigid as an artic wind flash froze my insides.
“No. I can’t. Why do I have to be naked?”
“Why not? It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked, Scarlett.”
“But… you said you wanted ano-sexfling.”
“No, Iagreedto a no-sex fling because it was the best and only offer I was going to get. And this wouldn’t be breaking the rules. I said I wanted todrawyou naked, notgetyou naked. There’s a difference.”
“Why do you want to draw me like that?” I asked. “If we’re not going to have sex?”
“Because that’s how I see you. I mean, of course I’m looking at you right now with your clothes on,” he clarified. “But if I’m going tosee yousee you, capture your essence as an artist, you’re going to have to take off your clothes. The sketch won’t be lewd or anything. And I won’t lay a finger on you, I promise.”
The memory of what he’d done to me with his fingers thawed me instantly. In fact, adrenaline fired throughout my body in jets, making me warm and a little dizzy.
And a lot turned on.
WasI actually thinking of doing it?This is crazy.
“I don’t know. I’m afraid it would be…”
“Fun? Adventurous? Exciting?” Gray repeated the words he’d said to me on the day of my canceled wedding when he’d been trying to persuade me to stay in Greece and spend my non-honeymoon week with him.
That had felt like a crazy decision at the time, and it had turned out to be the best week of my life.
“Okay,” I blurted before I could chicken out. “Let’s do it.”
Gray grinned that delicious wolfy grin of his. “Great. I’ll stop by my house on the way and pick up my pencils and pad.”
For the rest of the ride home, I could barely sit still. When he ran into his townhouse to grab his art supplies, I came very close to chickening out.
I considered asking him to just drop me off at the front door of Vivi’s house. Or calling a car service and escaping without a goodbye, sending him a cowardlyI changed my mind, see you nevertext.
But I didn’t. When Gray came back to the car, I was still sitting there on the passenger side.
He deposited his supplies in the back seat and got in behind the wheel. When he looked over at me, his eyes almost gleamed in the dark.
“You okay? Am I going to be drawing a pair of cold feet instead?” he asked with a grin.
I shook my head in rapid, tight jerks, stuffing my shaking hands beneath my legs. “No. But I am cold. I think all my blood’s deserted my extremities and headed for my nervous stomach.”
