I laugh at his joke, but he looks serious about it. I hurry to set up the table with plates and cutlery, and glasses. I bring out a jug of water that was in the refrigerator and when the timer hits on the microwave I go to take it out. Harrison is ahead of me, though, and he takes the dish out of the microwave and sets it on the stove.
He helps me serve us both, and then we're off to the races. How am I going to tell him I want to see him naked? We make small talk for a few minutes, and then I just can't help myself.
"Harrison. I can't wait any longer. I need to see you naked."
Harrison spits out his food in surprise, and a look of shock appears on his face.
Chapter 4
Harrison
Spending time with a beautiful goddess such as Iris is a dream come true. However, she seems to be on a different wavelength than I am.
"Excuse me?"
"That didn't come out right."
"So you don't want to see me naked?"
"From now on 'til the end of time I'll want to see you naked, but I blurted that out without any context."
Her words make me blush profusely, so I fake cleaning my mouth with a napkin. I like that she's honest and direct, but I need to find out how to make all her dreams come true, because this woman belongs to me.
"Okay, give me some context then."
"I'm out here on sabbatical. I took some time off from teaching because I haven't been able to produce any commercial art in at least two years."
She puts her utensils down, stands up and starts pacing in front of the dining table. I bought a large table because I want a big family. I know, I'm getting ahead of myself by thinking of having a big family with Iris, but that's all I can think of.
She stops her pacing and looks me directly in the eyes.
"I'm an artist. I create. I sketch, draw, paint — you name it. I make things, and when I saw you out there without your shirt my fingers started itching to hold a pencil and draw you."
There's a sketchbook on top of one of the sofa's in the living room. She picks it up and brings it over to where I'm sitting at the table. The drawings are rough, but you can tell it's me and my muscles actually look bigger than I think they are.
"I did those while you were getting ready to come over. What do you think?"
I examine the sketch more closely and I can almost feel the energy of the lines and the intensity she felt while drawing them.
"I think that you are very talented, angel."
"I'll be honest with you. I came here thinking of sketching mountains and landscapes and wild animals. It never crossed my mind that I could draw and paint the human body. You're built like a God, though, so I want to create with you as my subject."
We're both silent for what seems like an eternity, and then I realize it's my turn to talk. She's waiting for my answer.
"I've never posed for anything, not even the park ranger calendar they did last year. I don't know if I'll be any good."
"It will be a mixture of you posing and me taking pictures for refinement later on. But I want you naked."
"Are you sure you need me naked? I mean I could wear a bathing suit. I don't mean to sound like a prude. It's just we've just met and I haven't even flirted with you more than once or twice."
She bites her lip in the sexiest way. Makes me want to get up from this table and kiss her sexy mouth.
"Then we need to get to know each other more. Let's finish our meal and make small talk."
I give her a smile as I watch her sit back down across from me at the table. Her blond hair cascades around her shoulders like a golden waterfall, and I can't seem to take my eyes off her. I take a bite of the lasagna and experience a burst of Italian flavors in my mouth.
"My God, this is delicious. Did you make this?"
