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closed sales from overtaking Drexel, right?”
    I spun my head to face him. “What?”
    “He’s had a pretty good month, but you’ve been keeping him on his toes every day.”
    And two of those sales technically should have been mine, so I would be only three down.
    “I’m doing my best.”
    “I know, and someday soon you’ll be on top. I can just imagine it. You can do it, Presley.”
    Charlie always quietly cheered for me. I questioned what he thought about Drexel as a person, but since Drexel knew how to sell cars, Charlie put up with his childish behavior.
    “Why don’t you head out? Only ten minutes left for the day and I know you have your class to get to.” He gave a head jerk toward the front door.
    “Thanks, Charlie!” I was mentally ready to go so I physically moved away before he could take the offer back. Not that he ever would.
    After changing my clothes into jeans and a baby blue screen-print t-shirt with sneakers, I made the short trip across town to the local West Omaha art studio, Graphite and Acrylic. I participated in a sketching class to keep up on my art skills. Hadn’t looked at the online schedule for tonight, but I hoped for something other than a bowl of fruit. Nothing was more boring than sketching a bowl of fruit.
    My love life is.
    I arrived early and wasted no time setting up my easel with a large sketchpad, arranging my graphite sketching pencils by tip size in the container. Out of the corner of my eye I caught movement at the front of the class, but in my effort to look around the cumbersome easel, I clipped my pad with my elbow and the already precariously balanced spiral-bound paper started to tumble to the floor. I scrambled to keep everything from crashing to the ground and missed what our instructor, Simi, said.
    After adjusting the paper back to its original place, I watched my friend Edwyn’s eyes pop wide open, and he produced an audible soft gasp. I’d sold him and his partner a fuel-efficient used Prius last year.
    “What?” I asked.
    “Um … yum.” He extended the m on yum until I giggled, but he didn’t take his eyes off the sketching subject matter.
    “More fruit?” I chuckled as he shook his head slowly.
    I glanced around my large sketchpad and after my brain registered what was at the front of the room, I let go of a sexually frustrated sound that should have embarrassed me, but at this point, who the hell cared!
    I do.
    Standing at the front of the class—nude, full-frontal, buck naked, butt naked, stark naked, in a birthday suit, unclothed, bare, in the buff, au naturel , in the raw, leafless, without a stitch of clothing—was Jude!
    I moved back behind my sketchpad and blushed every pink and red color creatable on an artist’s palette.
    “What?” Edwyn started his sketch. His eyes darted between the subject and the white paper.
    “I know him!” I replied in a frantic whisper.
    “Awkward.” He tipped his head at me. “I’m sure he’s a professional. Now professional what, I’d be interested in knowing. I’d be up for a threesome with that tasty piece of man-candy. Even if I had to pay for it.” His eyes bugged out of his head.
    “Ed! He’s not a gigolo! He’s my personal trainer.”
    “Well, he can personally train me any day.” His words dripped with sensuality. Edwyn was always so straightlaced, he never acted like this. Frankly, I liked it.
    “Jeez, Ed!” I returned with fake disgust and a genuine smile.
    We both giggled behind our sketching pads.
    “Okay, I can do this.” I psyched myself up. “If he can be a professional model, I can act like a professional artist.” Or at the very least I’ll try.
    I leaned slightly to take in the amazing male at the front of the room, hoping my placement at the back hid me from his sightlines. I put lead to paper, and in moments, I was sketching like a crazy woman, the graphite pencils flying like they were possessed. The vision of Jude’s sinewy and flawless body scorched into my brain.