Body of Art [Hot for Teacher Series]
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by Bronwyn Green
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Art professor Seth Granger has two problems--an absentee life drawing model and a case of unrequited lust. Luckily his troubles have the same answer--his colleague, Dr. Callie Sullivan. The trick will be getting her out of her clothes and into his studio--and hopefully into his bed. However, she's intent on keeping her mind on her art and ignoring him. Now he just needs to convince her she should be his body of art.
eBook Publisher: Resplendence Publishing, LLC, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: June 2009
32 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [91 KB]
Reading time: 51-72 min.
"Are you high?"
Incredulous, Callie Sullivan stared at the man in front of her, barely able to keep her pottery wheel going at a steady speed.
"No." He held up a hand. "And before you ask, yes, I'm completely serious."
The man was insane. Insane and breathtakingly gorgeous. And, as an adjunct professor, completely off limits.
"Absolutely not." She shook her head and sighed in annoyance when loose strands of hair drifted across her vision, catching on her glasses. Scowling at him, she shoved her hair from her face using the back of her hand and felt a cold, wet smear of clay streaking her forehead and temple.
"C'mon, Callie, I wouldn't ask unless I was desperate." Seth's chocolate brown eyes were pleading as he pulled another chair around and straddled it, facing her.
She couldn't help but notice the way the worn denim of his jeans pulled taut over his muscular thighs. He folded his arms across the back of the chair as he leaned toward her, a lock of nearly black hair falling into his eyes. Shaping the clay by feel, she watched as he looked like he was about to launch into another round of verbal coercion.
"No. No. And no."
Seth shoved a hand through his hair and scooted closer. Close enough for her to smell his warm, male scent over the heavy odor of wet clay. "It's like this," he began. "My model went into early labor and I've checked everywhere. I can't find anyone else willing to do it.
"Try harder. There's got to be someone else." It wasn't as if she had a problem with nudity--she used nude models in her sculpting classes all the time. She had one coming in for tonight's class, but she also knew the woman attended graduate level classes before coming to the art studio. She wouldn't be available to pose for Seth's class too.
Callie frowned, feeling bad for him, but she couldn't imagine stripping down in front of an entire room full of people--especially if Seth Granger was one of those people. He was the first ... well, the only guy she'd been interested in since her divorce from John two years ago. Unfortunately, Seth was a colleague and at least six or seven years too young.
Besides, she knew firsthand what getting involved with a good-looking professor entailed--scores of attractive co-eds all wanting to be teacher's pet. With that kind of temptation, it didn't take long before the guy eventually gave in. Her ex hadn't even lasted a year. Too bad she hadn't found out about it until several years after that and at least a dozen students later.
Pushing aside the memories, she focused on Seth. "I'm not about to get naked in front of a classroom of students. It's not gonna happen." She glanced at him through her lashes as she worked.
"Okay, how about if you get naked in front of just me?"
An image of Seth bending her over one of the sculpting tables and taking her from behind filled her mind. Her breath stalled in her throat and her pussy clenched. She closed her eyes as her hands convulsed on the barely formed pot, crushing it. Cold clay oozed between her fingers as she glared both at him and her overactive imagination.
He shrugged, his snug T-shirt pulling across his well-defined chest muscles. "I wasn't trying to be."
"Uh-huh." Balling up the ruined pot, she dropped it into the bucket of watery clay at her side. Taking a freshly kneaded ball from the side of the tub surrounding the wheel, she centered it and started over, keeping her gaze on the clay where it belonged.
"Look, I've been dying to sketch you, so I'd prefer to have you model, but if you won't, do you know of anyone who might?"
She glanced up at him, expecting to see his one-dimpled grin and laughter in his eyes, but he was completely serious.