She cast a glance back at Hannah as she led the way toward the back of the house. “Are you thirsty? Do you need to pee? Because if so, now’s the time to do both of those. I’m going to need you to hold your pose for a little while, and I’d like to get as much done as possible in the first set. Don’t worry, I’m not a slave driver, you’ll get a break if you need it, but the longer you can go without one, the better.”
Megan ducked inside the room and came out with a plastic shopping bag, holding it out to Hannah. “Here. Find your size and change into this. There’s a robe in there too if you want to put that on, but Chris and Matt are working out, so it’ll just be us.”
Hannah took the bag from Megan, a little in shock from the tumble of words and the fact that she needed to change into something that might make her want to wear a robe. “Um, I, uh, what?”
Megan gave her a look of amused indulgence. “The project is about skin tones. I need to be able to see your skin, so, no, you can’t wear your usual combo of a sweater and skinny jeans.” She pushed Hannah toward the bathroom. “Go change. You’ll be fine. Come in here when you’re ready.” With that Megan disappeared into the room across from Matt’s that she used as her painting studio.
Hannah left her coat in the kitchen and went into the bathroom to get changed. What Megan said made sense, but she hadn’t thought about what modeling for her would entail. With the shopping bag on the closed toilet lid, Hannah looked inside. There were packages of beige material with letters on them—S, M, and L. She pulled one out and realized it was a simple bandeau bra. And there was no way the small she held in her hand would fit over her C cups. Finding a large, she tore open the package and undressed so she could slip it on. There were also several sizes of matching bikini cut panties. This was why she might want a robe. Well, this wouldn’t be the first time a girl had seen her in her underwear, and she couldn’t leave the robe on while Megan painted her, so she just pulled it out and draped it over her arm. It was a simple gray knee-length one that felt like a soft T-shirt. She might want it for afterward, or if they took a break. Her skin pebbled with goosebumps, both from nerves and the chill in the older house. She hoped that Megan’s studio was warmer.
Leaving her clothes folded on the back of the toilet, Hannah took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door, crossing the hallway to the door of the studio in only a few steps. She pushed the door open and froze, clutching the robe and shopping bag holding the rest of the bras and panties to her chest. “Oh!”
Megan wasn’t alone in her studio. She sat on a tall stool chatting with a guy. Not just a guy, but a guy with a completely drool-worthy body, wearing only a pair of low-slung track pants. His upper body was all chiseled muscles—broad shoulders, defined pecs, washboard abs, arms that flexed and relaxed in mesmerizing ways when he moved, under skin the color of mahogany.
Conversation between the guy and Megan stopped when Hannah entered the room. Megan stood and ushered Hannah into the room, shutting the door behind her. “Hannah, this is Daniel. Daniel, Hannah. You guys will be posing together.”
Daniel stepped forward and held out a hand. “Nice to meet you, Hannah.” His dark eyes twinkled in a face that appeared more babyish than she expected from a guy with a body like that. He had round cheeks and full lips, with scruff along his jawline. His hair was just as short, like he used clippers on his head and face equally. Though she had to admit he’d probably look even younger without the scruff, so she could understand why he’d keep it.
Hannah dropped the shopping bag and shook his hand, still keeping the robe in front of her. “You too. Uh, Megan? You didn’t tell me I’d be posing with someone.”
Megan looked up from where she was arranging her supplies. “What? Didn’t I? Sorry. I thought I told you it was about contrasts.” She gestured toward the two of them. “Contrast.” Megan’s gaze sharpened, taking Hannah in for the first time since she walked in the room. “Did the bra not fit? Why are you keeping the robe in front of yourself?”
Hannah’s cheeks warmed. “No, it fits fine. I just …” She glanced from Daniel, who looked amused at her discomfort, back to Megan. “I didn’t realize it would be more than just you. I wasn’t prepared for this.”
Megan shrugged, not seeming to take her discomfort very seriously, and turned back to arranging her paints and easel. “I’m sorry. I really thought I told you.” Rubbing her hands down her sides she came back to stand in front of Hannah and Daniel and held out a hand. “Here, I’ll take the robe to keep it out of the way. Let me see how badly the bra and panties match your skin.”
Hannah hesitated a moment, not sure what to do, looking into Megan’s expectant face. Fuck it. She’d already promised Megan she’d model for her. She couldn’t just leave her hanging like this, not when it was already planned and she had another model here for this. That was just how she’d have to think of him. Another model. This whole thing was professional and platonic.
She handed the robe to Megan, who took it and swept her eyes over Hannah’s body, her gaze assessing. Megan made
