myself in all of the pictures so they’ll show up on my feed and I can save them to my hard drive.”
Rori squinted at that. “Since when do you like looking at women?”
“Oh, honey, there are no women in these pictures. Only fine, fine men.”
“What?” Rori said lunging forward. “Let me see that?”
Raoul slapped Fredrik’s arm. “You had to open your little mouth, didn’t you?”
“Don’t worry,” he said handing the phone over to Rori. “I already tagged them all. We can all bring them up on our phones now.”
It was almost comical how quickly four different phones came up as Rori took her phone from Fredrik. On the screen was the last picture Fredrik had tagged himself in. It showed Mike mid-jump, his arm extended to let a basketball roll off his fingertips and into the hoop above him.
“Holy…” she said, but didn’t complete the thought. She’d seen his amazing arms before, but not his chest. Not those abs.
“Are you sure he’s straight?” Damien asked, scrolling through the pictures on his phone. “He’s built like he’s fabulous.”
“Straight,” Rori said somewhat territorially as she moved to the next picture. “Dios mio.”
“I’ll second that,” Fredrik said. “Honey, if you don’t take this man to bed when he comes, it’s a crime against nature.”
“God, I hate those straight-man shorts,” Raoul said. “I can’t tell what he’s got under there.”
“I have it on good authority that he’s favorably endowed,” Rori said, recalling her day with Sydney.
“Mmmm,” Rori wasn’t sure who made the sound or if all of them did.
“Well, silver lining here,” Fredrik said. “He’s not having a big ol’ orgy tonight.”
“Such a shame,” Damien pouted before Fredrick gave his arm a swat.
“Rori here doesn’t want him hooking up before he gets here, otherwise she might not have a shot at him.”
“Oh, sorry,” Damien said. “You totally need to bring him out when he comes, by the way. He can be my eye porn for that night.”
“If we have time, sure,” Rori said. “We might be otherwise occupied, though.”
Fredrik grinned at her and offered her a high five. “That’s my girl.”
Chapter 45
September
At last. Rori didn’t want to confess that she had been counting the days until Mike got on a flight in Salt Lake that would drop him off in New York, but she had been. Just like she’d counted the hours of his flight and obsessed over getting a town car there in time. A town car that seemed to be taking it’s time delivering the man to her doorstep.
She should have just picked Mike up at the airport herself. It would have saved her half a day of staring at the clock and drying her hands on her pants. So gross. But nerves were nerves, and as rational as she tried to be about his visit, her body had its own agenda. It hadn’t wanted to send a car to pick him up while she stayed at the school and taught. It had wanted to show up with the car and used the drive back to the museum to acquaint herself with his body.
But civilized people didn’t do that. And people in New York didn’t go pick up visitors at the airport. They sent cars. It was a very New York thing to do. Respectful and thoughtful without coming across as an anxious girlfriend who couldn’t stand to wait one second longer than necessary to see her man.
Yes, Rori was planning on sleeping with Mike, but she still had to maintain some boundaries to avoid sending the wrong signals. She couldn’t forget that in the end she would be with Anton. Mike Cannon was just her last hurrah before settling down… or he would be if he ever got there. He’d landed over two hours ago. Rori knew. She’d been checking the updates religiously.
Two hours. That was more than enough time to find the town car and get into the city from JFK. He’d even mentioned that he was FedExing his equipment and only bringing a carryon so there was no reason for him to be caught up with any luggage issues.
So, again, where the hell was he?
An hour of drawing time remained and most of the students were focusing in the details of their sketches. The model’s generous breasts, flared hips, and flawless skin made her an good subject. What made her a great model was the self awareness and self love so apparent in her shameless eyes. She knew she didn’t have the body shape that was considered sexy by