Page 61 of Fear of Love
“Guess not? I bet we have a painting in front of us that we just replicate,” Tasha supplied with a shrug, taking a seat. I glanced across the room at Evelyn and Wanda. They were whispering and smiling about something, sneaking glances at us. Weird.
“So, it’s basically a place to drink wine and gossip,” Josie mused, sipping her wine.
“This better be us when we’re older,” Tasha joked.
“Cheers to that.” I leaned over to tap my glass against hers and then turned to my other side to cheers with Tasha. As we did, Josie took her phone out and held it up for a picture.
“Smile!” I flashed a grin as Josie took our picture, no doubt sending it to Wyatt and the group chat. Poor Mila was goingto be sad she missed tonight because of work, but we’d have to bring her back for the next one.
I was in the middle of looking over all the paints and brushes when another older woman with long flowing black hair streaked with white, stepped into the middle of the room, drawing everyone’s attention. I briefly remembered seeing her earlier when we walked in.
“Good evening, everyone. Glad to see familiar faces and some new ones.” She smiled at us. “Remember, the painting doesn’t have to be exact. Try your best and just have fun,” she instructed. “Enjoy.”
“Did I just imagine that sly smile?” Tasha whisper-asked.
“No, I saw it,” I whispered back.
All around us, conversations buzzed louder. I kept looking around, trying to find what we were supposed to paint. Just as I opened my mouth to ask Tasha and Josie, another person stepped into the middle of the room.
It wasn’t another woman. No, it was a gorgeous man. A man that couldn’t have been older than thirty. He had dark brown hair that came down to his shoulders. His jawline was strong and his cheekbones weren’t any different. Since the three of us were seated up front, I noticed how bright his blue eyes were when he glanced at us three.
My eyes wandered over his body. A body wearing a dark blue robe. My eyebrows came in confused.
I heard an intake of breath seconds before the guy grabbed the tie on his robe and pulled it free. The garment fell to a pile at his feet, leaving him standing there. Butt. Ass. Naked.
“Holy shit!”
“What the fu?—”
“Penis!”
Those were our exact reactions to the sight in front of us. I knew I should look away, but I couldn’t. Directly in front of mewas a full-on naked man. Hard muscles, a narrow waist with a V-line that led straight to his…you know.
My mouth fell open at the sight of his dick. He wasn’t even hard yet, but it was big. I couldn’t seem to look away.
The women around us laughed as the three of us sat there wide-mouthed. Finally, I dragged my eyes upward, no doubt my cheeks bright red. The guy moved to lean against a stool, looking completely unfazed.
“Well, now we know why Evelyn comes every Tuesday,” came Tasha’s response.
“Evelyn,” Josie squeaked. Across from us, Evelyn smirked before she grabbed her paint.
“Where am I supposed to look?” I tried to keep my eyes above his waist, but it was hard when it was in my direct line of sight.
“Stare at the nipples,” Tasha suggested. Nipples, okay, yeah, I could do that.
“Better get to painting girls,” came a voice from behind us, followed by laughter.
“A heads-up would have been nice,” I muttered.
Now I knew why Evelyn looked the way she did when she talked about this class. How the hell did she find this place, anyway? I could guarantee there wasn’t an ad in the paper that said ‘painting class featuring naked man.’
“Are we supposed to paint his dick?” Josie whispered, her eyes wide.
“I guess so?” I replied quietly, my own eyes drifting back down.
The three of us shared a look, unsure where to begin. With a paint brush in hand, I glanced around, everyone else already starting. The lady next to me looked at our painting subject with the utmost intensity before dipping her brush in her paint. None of them seemed fazed. It was clearly not their first time doing this.
With no other option, I dipped my brush into water. Here I thought I’d be painting flowers or a sunset, but instead I was getting ready to paint a dick.
