In His Sleep by Jennifer Talty Page A

need to see you in your underwear in order to decide if you’re right for the part.” She didn’t want to insult the guy, but naked model, he wasn’t.
    Nor did she think she’d want to screw him either.
    “That can be arranged, babe.” He waggled his hips around in a crude gesture. That pretty much sealed the deal.
    On to the next guy.
    “Thanks, but no thanks.”
    “Knock it off, Bill,” a deep voice said from somewhere in the back of the bar.
    The sound rumbled first in her ears, echoing in her mind, sending electric pulses down her neck, along her spine, all the way to the tips of her toes. She rose up on tiptoes to try to find the face that went with the voice.
    “Just having fun, geez,” Bill said, tipping his beer in her direction.
    Angie peered over an ocean of drunken bar bobble heads, but still couldn’t get a decent look at the man with the husky voice that churned her insides into one ripple of hot passion after the other. Too bad, although she couldn’t photograph a voice. “If anyone is really serious, just come and see me. I’ll be right here for a few hours.”
    She stepped down, plopped herself back in her seat and waited while a few of the men eyed her with suspicion, but no one came over. She took the last swig of her soda, resolving herself to failure. And since she’d made an ass out of herself in front of these men, well, getting laid now seemed like a long shot.
    Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the nicest ass she’d ever seen in grey slacks. Not the best color for a fine behind, but it didn’t matter if the face was just as sweet. Well, she’d lost all sense of shame at this point. She might as well go ask Mr. Buns-Of-Steel if he wanted to pose in his underwear.
    She packed up her files, listening to the Charlie Brown chatter surrounding her. “Whah, whah, whah.”
    “If you say so.”
    Her heart rate exploded at the sound of the deep voice. That voice.
    She sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes. A burst of heat pulsed between her legs. Her skin tingled, begging to feel the rumble of that voice against her puckered nipples. Keeping her eyes closed, she searched for the deep sound of the most intoxicating noise she’d ever heard.
    She opened her eyes and took a step toward two men hovering near the entrance a few feet away. The man on the right had curly blond hair trimmed close to his head, but not so close as to lose the curls. She could only see half of his face, but she imagined dreamy almond-colored eyes hidden behind long lashes that fluttered in an intoxicating pattern.
    As she approached, he turned slowly. The room suddenly dipped to the right, then to the left. She wondered if she’d be able to make the last few steps without her knees buckling. In order to stabilize herself, she grabbed his thick arm. “Oh, my.” She gave the solid mass of muscle a tight squeeze. That would photograph well.
    The color of his irises certainly didn’t disappoint her as she stared into his warm welcoming gaze. She gripped his firm biceps and fought the strong urge to slid her hand to his tight ass and give it a good squeeze. Someone upstairs did like her after all.
    “You okay?” he asked.
    “Fine.” It was the voice. That glorious, incredible, sensual voice. That voice alone could make her come in three seconds flat. “Want to get naked for me?” She blinked. “Sorry, that didn’t come out right.” Normally, beautiful men didn’t tie her tongue up in knots. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to take this man’s picture or fuck him.
    Or both.
    No. She’d learned her lesson. Never date a guy better looking than yourself and this man surpassed her looks by a mile and a half. Besides, she had to stick to the program. Pictures. Then fucking. Had to be that order, or she’d be screwed, and not in a good way. No, that would be bad. Very bad.
    Besides, if he was going to be her model, well, she never, ever, fucked the models. Not anymore. “My name is