Dating His Brother: Forbidden Affair (Heartstring Dating Agency Book 5) by Lauren Wood

Author:Lauren Wood [Wood, Lauren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-03-23T00:00:00+00:00

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Isabella

My heart pounded and my fingers trembled as I unbuttoned my blouse. What the hell was I doing stripping down in front of him like this!? What was this—the freaking Titanic!? Jesus, his name was even Dawson. Didn’t Leo’s character in the Titanic have the last name Dawson or something!? I was half-way convinced this was all some sort of weird lingering school girl fantasy about the film, but resisted the urge to say Paint me like one of your French girls.

No, no, I assured myself. This was nothing like that, because it wasn’t sexual. Even though I had been soaking wet from the moment he grazed my ass to help me clean up the paint I sat in. That moment in itself was a shock to me.

I had never been shy. And no man had ever really made me nervous or thrown me off, especially someone like Dawson. Who, to my brother’s credit, was a certain type of guy. As in not the kind for me.

I started having flashbacks to my teenage antics when I’d flash lifeguards or take dares from my friends to skinny dip. All to have a little fun. I had always been restlessly chasing excitement in what could be a rather dull life at times. Exciting from the outside, maybe. But to someone living it—I was completely desensitized and underwhelmed by the extravagance.

So why was I a nervous, fumbling wreck? Even as I slid my panties down my legs and reached to unhook my bra, I stumbled a little by bumping into the edge of the lounge chair. I didn’t like Dawson’s presence having this suddenly disarming effect on me.

I just felt so suffocated by my brother’s expectations and the situation with Heartstring—it sent me straight into Dawson’s arms as a sort of rebellion. And I guess when that didn’t seem to be enough, I thought...What the hell? Why not take it one step further and let him paint me naked?

My back was turned to him by the time I finished stripping out of my clothes. Without facing him, I reached for my drink and tossed it back—trying to slow my heavy breathing and pounding heart. Finally, I sucked in one final breath and slowly turned around.

Dawson stood there with his mouth gaping and his eyes as wide as saucers. He gulped, then cleared his throat, obviously salivating over what he saw.

“Should I just…have a seat?” I asked, pointing to the chair.

“Yes. Yes, go ahead,” he stammered. “However you’re comfortable.”

I settled back into the chair and tried to remember nude paintings I had seen at the MOMA, Met, or the Louvre—posing based on whatever I could recall amidst my many other racing thoughts. I had no clue if the end result was sexy or not, but Dawson sure seemed to think it was. I laughed as he fumbled around his paints and easels, dropping things left and right.

After a while, I stopped thinking so much and relaxed into a zen sort of state. Dawson’s permission for me to continue sipping my drink while he worked certainly helped.

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