I stared at him, confused. “You saw me, Jet. You knew I was at the fights yourself.”
“Yes, you're right. That's what I meant. Why were you there?”
“I had no idea your fight was that night. Had I known, I probably would never have gone, but I had a photography class that night. We were essentially hired to take the fight shots for the evening.”
“Yeah, Kyle mentioned something to that effect. Can I see the photos? I would love to see what you caught.”
“They aren't ready yet. They have been downloaded to my computer, but I haven't had a chance to work on them yet. So if you're asking to see them, you can't.”
He stared at me. “Did you catch it, Natalie?”
I wasn't quite sure I understoo
d what he was talking about at first. Then it clicked, and I smiled. “Yes, Jet, I got it.”
“Oh my God, girl, you have to let me see that back fist.”
I grinned. “Yes, I'm sure you want to see it. It looks incredible, if that helps. I'll make sure to get you a copy.”
“That's really cool, Natalie. You are really cool.”
I believed him when he said it. “Thank you, Jet. Would you like another glass of wine?”
“Sure. Now why is it that you think I need to loosen up for this session?”
I smiled. “You'll see.” I got up and poured us both some wine. I handed him his glass and started to set up my easel. He took the hint and picked up his glass of wine, heading to the wall.
“Okay, so what's it going to be this time? Should I bend over and hold my butt in the air?”
“Funny. No, that's not what I want.”
“So what is it this time?”
I looked down at my pad of paper and picked up a pencil. “I want you to take your shirt off, Jet. That's the change I need for this session. Everything else stays the same.”
He stared at me for a few minutes. “Are you serious?”
“Very.”
He continued to stare, until a look of realization came over his face. “Am I going to be taking off more every time we do this?”
I laughed nervously. “Yes, you will be. Is that okay?”
He raised his eyebrows. “I'm surprised that you are okay with that.”
“I will deal with it. I am determined to have a really good project.”
“At all costs.”
I giggled. “Yes, that's right.”
Jet slowly pulled his shirt over his head, and tossed it to the side of the room. His chest was firm and strong. He had a six-pack that most people would kill for. I had a hard time drawing my eyes away from his body, but I did have work to do.
“Promise me one thing, Natalie, please.”
I looked up at him when he spoke. “What's that?”
“Promise me that I won't have to be fully naked for any of these drawings.”