I turned around.
Our gazes met. Although I towered over her, she made a strong presence in front of me. Energy buzzed around her.
Why does she do this to me?
She captivated me, piercing brown eyes and waves of red locks that fell to her waist. I could’ve spent all day just painting those strands alone. They had a spicy hue. Her skin looked soft. I already knew the colors I would use to get her glow just right on the canvas.
She smiled. “You must be quite a lady’s man back in NY.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Every time you look at me I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.”
I trailed my thumb along the outline of her book, wishing my fingers were touching her skin. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”