RED LOVE Part 1 (Red Love #1)

Ever since the day I heard Vincent's voice, that crisp English accent, and seen his mesmerizing green eyes, I’d fallen into an obsession that isn’t easy to shake.

I’ve dreamed of him, wanted him. I’ve spent hours trying to get him onto canvas. There are four in total at the moment that are destined for the trash - because no matter what I do, I just can't get his portrait right.

So imagine my surprise when I met him again and he makes me an offer I couldn't refuse...

“You want me to paint you? Now?”

A small smile curves his mouth, and he nods, patiently.

“Now.”

“Naked?”

I croak the question and feel my eyes bug when he simply nods and walks away, pausing at the bathroom door.

By the time he comes out, his hips draped in a low riding towel that does nothing to hide anything, I am sitting calmly, ready and—

“Holy s@%!.”

Now I know why my proportions were off. His chest is a lot more muscled than even my lascivious imagination could have dreamed up—and his ass…I know I had never painted his ass, but even if I had, it wouldn’t have been accurate.