“Artists, let me introduce Mr. Jagger Jones.
He’ll be with us for the next several weeks. Make him
feel welcome, shall we? Let’s not frighten him off on
his first day.” Did Madeline just giggle? “Jagger, there
is a men’s room down the hall, third door on the right.
You can change down there.” She tipped her hand and
checked her oversized watch. “We appear to be running
a bit behind schedule this morning, so if you’d like to
get us started, I think we’re ready for you.”
“Won’t be needin’ the men’s room, Maddie,
darlin’. Can be naked in a blink of your lovely baby
blues.” Jagger smiled at Madeline, dropped a beaten
canvas book bag near the model stage and kicked off
Zee glanced at Leah. She was practically drooling.
“Yummy. Don’t you just love his accent?” Leah
whispered. “And what a cool name.”
“Charming,” Zee muttered, trying to shut out the
Australian lilt. She resharpened and organized her
already sharpened, organized pencils. Next to her, she
heard Leah gasp and exclaim under her breath,
Zee looked back at the model’s dais. Oh… my…
Mr. Jagger Jones may or may not be arrogant, but he
was a beautiful example of the male form. His tall
frame made his physique long and lean, yet his muscles
were chiseled and well defined. She only had a view of
his backside but it was one of the finest backsides Zee
had ever seen.
And then Jagger Jones turned around.