Chapter 3

• (A few hours ago)
• He turned around and saw her. He could think of three adjectives to describe her. Gorgeous, sexy and desirable. His member reacted but Dale has her hand in his.
• Is she his woman?!he asked himself and frown. That thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.
• When they got nearer them he noticed something. She had a certain glint in her eyes and the expression on her lovely face seem to lead to one thing. She didn’t like him. He almost uttered a bad word. He was 6 feet and 2 inches tall and the woman was of average height. She had a creamy complexion. She was even lovelier this close. Her face was bare of make-up. Her lips looked luscious even without any lipstick on. He couldn't wait to taste them. Her hair was dark brown and middle-length. She had it loose and it looked healthy, smooth and shiny. Her t*ts were really nice. He knew that they were hers. Her top shaped them perfectly. In other words, she was a perfect 10. He had a picture of how she looked without her clothes on inside his head.
• Nice. Really nice! He thought.
• He was imagining doing pleasurable things to her and he would also savor every moment. He felt his body reacted with his l*stful thoughts. Her body and face were fit for a goddess and she was made for him.
• He smirked. "You are staring and that is rude." he said and saw her expression became steely.
• "Excuse me? I wasn't staring. I just remembered something. Aren't you the infamous model who grabs female models' behinds while on the ramp?" she asked.
• His eyes constricted. So that was the reason why she didn't like him. He wanted to cuss when even after explaining himself to her, it looked as if she didn’t believe him and she didn’t give a damn.
• "Of course. A true-blue player would enjoy something like that but you didn't have to explain to me." she said in a honeyed tone.
• His forehead creased. Convincing her wasn't that easy. He needed to think. He won't let her dislike of him get in the way. She was lovelier compared to all those models she was talking about with or without her clothes on. He sighed. His imagination was working overtime. He needed to cool his jets for Pete’s sake!. He had to do or say something to erase her bad impression of him. And he must warn his friends especially Dale to stay away from her. He didn't like the thought of other men, even her buddies looking at Ashley with malice.
• "Stop staring at her morons or I will poke your eyeballs out! Just wait for me outside!" he ordered them after she walked away from them.
• He couldn't seem to take his eyes off her sexy backside. He had the sudden feeling of beating up his buddies and any man who would stare at her. That made him knit his brows. Something was changing inside him and it was all because of her. He let out a bad word.
• (At the moment)
• (Ashley’s POV)
• "What? Oh my God!" she ran to check it the door was locked. She heard him chuckled. "You can't be naked here! Are you crazy?! You said it’s for your portfolio?!” she grated .
• She couldn’t have anyone come in the studio and saw this p*rvert almost naked. She didn’t care if he had a hunky body with beautiful tatoos. His chiseled chest and six-packs were to die for. His skin was smooth. He was almost perfect in the looks department. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and he had a great career as a model. It was so unfair because he had almost everything and she felt that he didn’t deserve it.
• "You are staring again." He said in a sexy voice.
• She was sure that she uttered something bad because Jett's forehead creased.
• "Did you just curse?" he asked with narrowed eyes but she chose to ignore his question.
• In a controlled voice, “ You said it was for your portfolio.” She repeated.
• "I changed my mind. I want my personal coffee table book." He sounded serious.
• She inhaled and exhaled. "I don't do nude photography." she said, gritting her teeth.
• "You are now. I am your client remember? Your friend said you can do her job." He said with a sheepish grin which made her want to throw something at him.
• "You are disgusting! If you are used to taking your clothes off anytime and anywhere you want I don’t give a d*mn but you can’t force me to take your photos! I am not like your b*tches who would do anything you want! I refuse to do this and you can’t make me! I am past caring if we lose our clients or close this studio after this! I WON'T DO IT!" she said in a steely voice while her eyes were spitting fire.
• Jett was about to speak but she just turned her back then walked out of the studio. He raked his hand through his hair. He made Ashley angrier at him. What was he thinking anyway? He must be brain-dead! Because of his desire for her he was acting and thinking stupidly. He had to change his tactics or he would be in deeper trouble. He couldn't have her despising and loathing him. He should have known that she was not like the women he had been with. He couldn't help but cursed. He got his shirt and put it on. He had to make a better plan. He rubbed his nape with his right hand. It was time for Jett Alejandre to do something unusual.
• ***
• " I’m sorry Ash! I swear I didn’t know that he will do that. I was just so pleased that he wanted our service. Who can say no to him? He said he will promote AshKat to his friends. But honestly, I wouldn’t say no of he gets naked in front of me. It will be a great pleasure to take his photos. “Kat giggled.
• "Since it's you who has the hots for him then call him and tell him to pose for you!” she angrily said before hanging up.
• She let out a deep breath before getting up to clear her table. She would do her previous plan, which was to close the studio earlier than usual. She had to release her stress by taking a warm bath. She was thankful that Jett wasn’t in the studio anymore when she got back. However good-looking he was she didn’t like him not now or ever. She hated him and his ways. She heaved a sigh again then went out. She was walking in the parking area to go to her car when she stopped.
• Jett was leaning on a black sports car and he appeared to be thinking deeply. He had his arms crossed on his chest. He looked sinfully hot. He straightened when he saw her. She tried to ignore him and continued to walk to her car.
• "Love I am sorry." She heard him say.
• She stopped on her tracks and turned to him. "WHAT?" she asked sounding incredulous.
• Did he just call me love? She asked herself. He let out a boyish grin which made her heart pound.
• "I said I am sorry. I was just kidding. I know you are not that kind of woman. I will make it up to you. Have dinner with me." he said in his bedroom voice as if to coax her.
• She was taken aback. The man got the nerve to call her love. She was about to ask him why he used that endearment to her but he spoke again like he was able to read her mind.
• "I called you Love because I love looking at your beautiful face though you always frown when you see me and I would love to get to know you better. Please Love, give me a chance to prove to you that I am not as bad as you think ..." he said, his voice croaked while he deemed to be memorizing her features.