Page 15 of Daring the Bad Boy

How could he be even more gorgeous with that concerned frown on his face?

“Why don’t I stand in for the guy? I don’t have anything else to do today.”

“Seriously? You’d do that?” Her gaze travelled down the length of his body. The thought of seeing him naked sent a giddy thrill hurtling through her which was completely inappropriate.

“Sure, why not? It’s no big deal.”

He didn’t think posing naked in front of a room full of strangers was a big deal? Her mind boggled. Goodness, being that confident made him even hotter. And a little bit intimidating.

“How long do you need me for?” he added.

“Two hours.” The thrill turned into something hot and fluid and even more inappropriate. But she couldn’t help it. He really would do this thing? For her? And she would get to see him naked. Her breath clogged in her lungs. “And there’s a fifty pound fee,” she added. Then felt a little ridiculous. If his flat was anything to go by, fifty quid wasn’t going to be much of an incentive.

Her gaze flicked to the strong muscles of his chest, disguised behind the black cotton T-shirt.

Maybe she should reconsider. Would she be able to survive seeing him naked?

“Two hours sitting in front of your class without moving?” he asked.

Bloody hell, he was considering it.

“You don’t have to worry about not moving. Most models can only sit for ten to fifteen minutes tops without needing a breather. Just let me know if anything’s starting to cramp and we can re-set.”

She blinked at the challenging smile, the dimple in his cheek making her heart smile, right alongside her clitoris.

“Okay, I’m in.”

He was? She couldn’t quite believe it. “That’s terrific, seriously, it’s wonderful.” And a bit too good to be true. How had she managed to hook a guy like him? What would he expect in return? Because whatever it was she was fairly sure she couldn’t deliver.

Don’t turn a good thing into a disaster, Rosie. Stow your superpower for one day.

She opened the door to check on her class. All their heads shot round. Oestrogen-fuelled anticipation hung in the air from the women in the class while Derek, her one gay student, had a definite twinkle in his eye. She knew how he felt.

She glanced over her shoulder to beam her best smile at their new model. The man was a lifesaver; if his confidence was intimidating, she’d get over it.

“I’ll go set up the dais for you. Just come in when you’re ready and I’ll pose you. There’s a robe in the cupboard over there you can use once you’ve stripped off.”

She darted off to get everything prepared for him. Her whole life had suddenly been imbued with all sorts of erotic possibilities, instead of the usual erotic disasters – she was not going to make that a bad thing.

Vince had destroyed her confidence and then kicked her ego while it was down a year ago. And it had taken her this long to recover. And obviously she still wasn’t quite there yet if the thought of getting a second chance to finally hook up with the hottest guy in London was giving her a panic attack – but she had two whole hours to get over it. While getting to see him naked. It was all good.

Totally. All. Good.

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Strip off? What the fuck?

Cal frowned at the door, watching Rosie direct her class through the glass panel.

Had he heard that right? Twelve sets of eager eyes turned towards him. He ducked out of view, his balls shrinking to the size of peanuts.

Damn it. Seriously? They were going to be drawing his junk for the next two hours! He had no idea he’d been offering to pose for her butt naked.

He rubbed damp palms on his jeans. “Shit.”

How the hell could he refuse now without looking like a coward? Or a welcher? Or worse, taking away the gratitude in her eyes, that had made him feel like a super-hero?

He’d have to do it. And somehow or other stop himself from getting a boner. He’d never figured he was into exhibitionism, but the pounding in his crotch wasn’t getting any less insistent at the thought of those hot green eyes on him in public.

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