No longer able to sleep, I’d schlepped out of bed and taken an extra long shower, putting extra care to lather up good and wash my hair. I wanted to smell good for the babes in class. And I was glad I did. The girls in my class were amazing; beautiful women with luscious lips, smoldering eyes and shiny hair swept up in a variety of sexy upsweeps, bohemian buns and tight, intellectual chignons. Most wore comfy shoes with rubber soles, but a few dared heels that screamed fuck me, which I will as soon as I get their numbers. Most chose simple attire that hid their curves, but were comfortable and functional, but, not too surprisingly, the few with heels showed a desire to stand out. And, man did they stand out. I had trouble concentrating on the day’s lesson. I wanted to dive into Sophia’s cleavage, and run my hand along Coreen’s sexy backside. I winked at Daniella when she glanced at me over her notebook, and smiled at Eloise with syrupy charm when I picked up the pencil she’d dropped.
What do You think about Heat 1 (Heat: Master Chefs #1)?
