Page 22 of Who's Playing You
Just wow.
This guy, whoever he was, was just reallybeautiful. There’s literally no other way to describe it. He probably left nothing in his wake but broken hearts, and I’m sure he had menandwomen throwing themselves at him left and right. From an artist’s perspective, he was quite literally the most perfect specimen. I’m sure Leonardo DeVinci would have loved the ideaof drawing and painting a man like this. I’m sure Roman statues were carved with men like this as models.
Oh shit!
I’d gotten lost in my own head - literally just staring at this guy beyond the time that was considered socially acceptable. Yet, he just kept looking at me… like some sort of gaping freak like I was.
Again, that invisible string tugged at me.
I quickly pretended to look down to the floorboards, to break the trance that I felt I’d gotten lost in. I grabbed my sunglasses and put them on my nose, bringing my cellphone up so it was visible above my dash, and I pretended to be playing with my phone while I continued to ogle him, a little more freely now.
I mean… how could someone be so beautiful and sexy all at once? It was like he was God’s favorite human or something and He’d graced him with pure beauty. Oh to be so lucky. Life really wasn’t fair sometimes.
God, and my DNA, had graced me with these child-bearing hips. Yet the irony of my reality was crueler than anything because in all of the years that Earl and I had tried, these hips just lied. There was no child bearing happening. So then, why give me a more rotund bottom half? I mean, I wasn’t “fat” per se. I wasn’t skinny either. I guess I’d be considered some form of “fit”, but “could stand to lose ten pounds or more” - that summed me up. But at least I was tall! That kind of helped me carry my weight better.
And not so low key, I kind of loved that my breasts were sizable. Not like porn-star sizing, but also not little mosquito bites. But they were a full C-cup, and perhaps more importantly, they were naturally firm. The irony of that was my familial history when it came to breast health… andoh-sweet-baby-Jesuswhat was this man who was standing before me doing? He was surely sent here to inflict pain on me, because he just ran hishand through his dark hair again before putting his baseball cap on backwards.
Mother of all that was holy…
Every woman’s catnip was a backwards baseball cap. I was no different. I wasn’t immune.
I lost the grip on my phone and dropped it in my lap, which snapped me out of my pure and unadulterated ogling by startling the bejesus out of me. Shit, I think I even had a little drool on the side of my mouth. I knew that my cheeks were bright red.
What was wrong with me? The guy wasclearlymuch younger than I was. Ugh, it’d be just my luck if he turned out to be a student. I might have to resign if he turned out to be one ofmystudents come fall. But he looked like one of those sporty types, and we didn’t have too many of them come through my advanced painting classes.
Which was a shame really if you asked me…
That reminded me: I was the adult here, the professional. And I had a job to do right now. I’d never get those five minutes back where I just stared at this poor, innocent man… man-boy… hunk… hottie…man! Ugh, get it together Scottie.
Maybe it was time to start dating again. Maybe I was just lonely and horny. I hadn’t been with anyone since Earl after all. It’d been a minute. So maybe it was just my body reacting to this attractive man and reminding me that I had needs.
Some very, very real needs.
Ugh, my libido was in full force today. Damn Mr. Hot ‘n Hunky getting me all fired up.
I had to collect myself quickly because I needed to get out of the safety of my car and start getting things together before my people arrived, which would inevitably be at any moment.
I quickly glanced back towards Mr. Hot ‘n Hunky. He was now fully leaning up against his Bronco. Arms crossed over hischest as he just grinned. I couldn’t see where his eyes were however because he’d put his sunglasses back on, but his head was still turned in my direction.
My car was in eyeline with the entrance. I bet he was just waiting on some friends, orafriend. Probably some young and spry little thing…
Shut up, Scottie. Focus. Priorities. Art.
With that mental slap, I filed out of my car and rounded to the back of it. I was moving boxes and canvases around in the back from how it had shifted during the drive, when I felt a presence behind me.
“Scottie?” said the most smooth and deep masculine voice I’d ever heard in my life, that reverberated in my very being. I completely stilled and dropped whatever it was that I was holding.
I must have startled because whoever was behind me said, “Oh shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. You’re Scottie, right?”
I slowly, hesitantly, turned. Or turned as much as I could in the small space between my car, the trunk door and where Mr. Hot ‘n Hunky stood.
Right. In. Front. Of. Me!
My mouth opened. Closed. Opened. Closed. I was officially a fish on land, dying, unable to breathe. Unable to speak.
He smiled at me, showing off his damn perfect white and straight teeth. This man had really won the genetics lottery. Hot dayum. He was flawless.
With his left hand he slowly removed his sunglasses as his smile grew bigger. His mouth was moving.What?What was he saying? Wait, he was talking. Why did it sound like I was under water and all the sound was muffled?
