My Cover Model (A Love Like That #1) - R.L. Kenderson Page 0,7
a hint of cologne.
His eyes were on my table, so I took the opportunity to study him. Even up close, he was gorgeous. Barely any skin imperfections. This guy must have great genes.
His gaze met mine, and he smiled, his lips full and his dimples popping out. I wanted to touch one for some crazy reason.
He raised an eyebrow, and I realized that he had just asked me a question.
“Oh,” I said as I blushed. “Yeah. You know, romance author, romance books, sex”—I held up a sucker—“cocks. It all ties together.”
He looked like he was trying not to laugh.
“What’s funny?”
His brow went up, as if he was trying to make himself look innocent, and he shook his head. “Nothing.”
I dropped my hand. “You think it’s stupid, don’t you?”
Why do I care? I just met the guy.
“No. Not at all.” He bit his bottom lip.
“What?” I smiled. “I know you want to say something.”
Travis shook his head.
“Okay, I know you’re thinking something.”
“I don’t know if I should say.”
“Just say it.”
He looked around and then met my eyes again. He lowered his voice. “I’m just picturing all these women sucking…” His gaze moved down to my mouth.
“Cocks?”
That same look crossed his face. The one where he looked like something was funny, but he didn’t want to share.
I rolled my eyes. “You just wanted me to say cock again, didn’t you?”
This time, he didn’t hold his laugh in.
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”
“Nope.” His eyes widened. “Hey, your one eye…”
“I know,” I said, a little embarrassed. “It’s two different colors.”
For as long as I could remember, my right eye had a large spot in it that was almost half-brown. My parents didn’t remember when it’d first appeared either.
“Wow. That’s so cool. I didn’t notice it this morning.”
“Thanks. And I had my glasses on. It was harder to see then.”
“Hey, Travis, I found my markers,” Angela called out.
I looked to see her approaching her table.
“Talk to you later.” He smiled at me and scooted his chair back up to his table. “Where were they?” he said to Angela.
I faced forward, tuning out their conversation, and saw Harper walking up to the table. She sat down and leaned toward me.
“Was Travis just talking to you?” she whispered, excitement on her face.
“Yeah. He was giving me crap about our suckers.”
“What?” She straightened, and in a loud voice, she said, “Our suckers rule.”
We both looked over our shoulders to see if Travis would respond. He shook his head, but I didn’t know if it was at us or at Angela.
I laughed. “I don’t think the kids say rule anymore.”
“What would you know about that? You’re a year older than me.”
“Research.” My last book was about two people in their early- to mid-twenties. Not quite New Adult, but I’d still wanted to make sure I had the lingo down.
“Whatever.” Harper took out her phone and shoved it in my hand. “Look at what I found.”
I looked down and sucked in my breath. “Holy crap.”
It was a photo of Travis. He was wearing only a pair of dog tags. The picture only went down to the waist, but it was low, and I was pretty sure he wasn’t wearing any pants. He had spectacular arms, pecs, abs, and the famous V on his hips.
I pulled the phone closer. “How did I miss this?”
“I don’t know, but it’s good, right?”
I quickly peeked behind me. “Oh my God, yes. How did I not know he existed?”
“No idea because I found about five books he’s on the cover on.”
“I need to come out of my writing hole a little more often.”
Harper laughed and took her phone back. She hit the screen a few times and showed me another. And another. In a couple, he had shorter hair. In some others, his face was free of facial hair.
“I think I like him better with the beard,” she said to me.
“Me, too,” I said, amazed.
“Wow. I’m surprised to hear you say that after Andrew.”
Andrew was a guy I’d dated a few years back who’d let his beard grow. And grow and grow. I’d hated it. It had almost ruined any sort of beard for me on a man, no matter how short. Even Harper didn’t like beards as much after knowing my ex.
“Me, too.”
Travis was different from other guys I’d been interested in before, minus the hot body. I wasn’t going to lie. I’d always liked muscular men.
But there was no denying that I was attracted to Travis. I’d