Picture Me Naked (Stoddard Art School Series) by Olech Lisa A

Author:Olech, Lisa A. [Olech, Lisa A.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: romance,contemporary,spicy,model
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc
Published: 2013-11-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

Jagger left early. He wanted to go back to his place to shower and change. They’d both slept briefly on and off all night, but Zee felt anything but tired. She found her tank top amongst her other clothing strewn about the room. How did the fitted sheet get behind the headboard?

Everywhere Zee looked flooded her with memories of the last several, amazing hours. In the early light of the morning, Jagger had discovered the painting. “When did you do this?”

She’d come up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “A week or so ago. I reworked one of your one-minutes.”

“How?”

She kissed his shoulder. “It was after that day I bent my knife.” Zee splayed her hands across his chest and abdomen. “I used my hands.”

Jagger stepped out of her embrace and lifted her hands to his mouth. He kissed their backs and their palms. The tenderness of the gesture made her tremble. Just remembering it now weakened her knees.

And when she went into the kitchen for her tea, she nearly came again. Naked Jagger, standing at her sink, washing dishes. She’d never forget that sight. It was possibly the hottest thing she’d ever seen. Not to mention what he’d done to her body after scrubbing the pots and pans.

“You’re happy.” Nana’s perfume was strong this morning.

“Yes, I am. I can’t remember when I’ve felt like this before.”

“When are you going to tell him about me?”

“Soon.”

“You’re afraid he won’t understand.”

Zee snorted. “Wouldn’t you be? I can hear the conversation now… ‘Oh, Jagger, darling, I need to tell you something. I hope you’ll just think I’m quirky, you know, a cheeky sheila, but here goes. I talk to my grandmother. We’re very close.’ ‘How nice for you, lovey, I can’t wait to meet her.’ ‘Oh, but you can’t. You see she died when I was ten.’ Yes, Nana, I can see that conversation now. Do you think he’ll hurt himself racing down all those stairs?”

“He’s head over heels in love with you. He’ll love this about you, too.”

“How do you know he’s head over heels?”

“I just do.”

The conversation with Nana nagged at Zee as she got ready for class. Maybe she just wouldn’t tell Jagger about any of it. No, that wasn’t fair to him or to Nana, or to her for that matter. She wouldn’t taint this relationship with a lie. But she would wait until she felt surer about things. Everything was so new and wonderful. She’d shelve the worry for a bit and just revel in the joy of being with him.

As she rounded the landing to head for the first floor. The familiar yip of a poodle greeted her.

“Cee Cee!”

“It’s Zee Zee, Mrs. Ogalthorpe. Good morning.”

Mrs. O. was a picture this morning with a housedress littered with giant fuchsia and orange flowers. She wore purple socks, frosted white lipstick and more blue eye shadow than should be allowed by law. Her ancient poodle, Casanova, was dressed for the day in a huge yellow bow.

“Honey, who was that scrumptious man I saw this weekend? So polite.

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