In His Sleep by Jennifer Talty

Chapter One
     
    Angie Thompson put on her best smile as she listened to the tenth model explain to her how fucking hot he was in his underwear. He even offered to strip down to his form-fitting briefs right there, in the middle of the Downtown Houston Hyatt lobby bar.
    She raised her hand and placed her palm just above her right breast. She fanned her pinky across the top of her low cut tank top, letting the tip slip under the soft fabric, closer to her tightening nipple. She would have liked to see the young stud strip to his skivvies.
    Well, strip to his glorious nakedness would be better. His jeans molded to his tight ass and thighs like butter melting over hot cinnamon buns fresh from the oven. He certainly had the right type of body, but the five-o’clock shadow, tanned skin with a few ‘rugged’ scars didn’t scream I’m the boy next door, even in my underwear. No. It screamed I know how to show a girl a good time. A rockin’ good time .
    As much as she’d like to be taken for a ride, her first order of business was to find a decent replacement for Eddy, the fucking perfect moron. If he hadn’t gotten his face smashed, she wouldn’t be in this predicament. No. She’d be looking for a hot rod to ride, not a male model to shoot.
    Big difference.
    “Thanks, um, John. But you’re not what I’m looking for.” She handed his portfolio back to him. “I’m sorry, but thanks for coming.”
    All she wanted was one normal looking male, early to mid-twenties, with a great body and the perfect face. Was that too much to ask for? Seemed it was in southeast Texas.
    She had to be crazy to think she could find some stranger and make him a supermodel in one shooting. Besides, she’d had the perfect model in Eddy. His thick brown hair hung long enough to make him look dangerous, but short enough that any mother would trust him with her daughter. The man had muscle definition without looking like the incredible hulk. But an attitude that got him a broken nose and now she was left high and dry in Texas. Wonderful. Maybe she could postpone the shoot and still not get fired.
    She sipped her soda and glanced around the bar. Every man in the place looked like a poster child for Accountants-R-Us. Well, that could be sexy. All she really needed was a guy who looked good naked. Well, nearly naked.
    She stood and stepped onto the chair. “Can I have everyone’s attention, please?”
    A few people turned and looked at her with narrowed eyes and puzzled expressions, but most people ignored her. Worse, not a single person she could see had the facial features she needed to make this ad work.
    She took in a deep breath and smoothed out her jeans scanning the sea of men. Some weren’t all that boring. A few appeared as if they might even have a decent body underneath their clothing. “My name is Angie and I’m photographer. I’m looking for a man willing to pose in his underwear.”
    The room went deadpan silent. All eyes on her. All mouths gapping open. Her nipples puckered, which probably wasn’t a good thing considering she was the center of attention. Not that she minded every male specimen staring at her, but as much as she needed to have a nice, large, throbbing cock between her legs, she needed to finish the ad first.
    Find hot male model.
    Take his picture.
    Then find hot hard cock to fuck.
    The key to her success--the model and the cock had to be two separate people. No way would she ever mix business with pleasure again.
    “If I chose to shoot you,” she continued, “I’ll pick up your expenses at the hotel for one day, and if you end up as the model for the ad, you’ll get paid a hefty salary for your time.”
    “I’ll do it,” some guy in the middle of the bar said. Face looked okay. Not too round, clean-shaven, soft-looking skin. Eyes, not so great. Kind of dull and boring, matching his boring grey suit, but she could shoot him with his eyes closed. Or maybe partially closed. That was always hot.
    “I’ll