Someone is always watching

Chapter 05

Monday, Gotham University 

"Settle down. We need to go over a few things before the male model gets here. First of all .."

"Yea we know, no phones, no pictures, no laughing blah blah blah" interrupted Steve, one of the architecture students who believed he didn't need this class. 

"Then you know better than to interrupt me when I'm speaking. And  you know that I am legally obligated by my contract and the none disclosure agreement we sign with the models to repeat the rules you have to follow, so that no one gets sued." Nerissa snaps at him not being able to handle his criticism today. She hands him the box of cellphones for him to put down his device and pass it to his class mates. "As I was saying, you are not allowed to use your phones as long as the model is undressed, you are not allowed to ask the model any personal questions, you are not allowed to touch the model, you are not allowed to laugh no matter how funny you think the physique of the model is, you are not allowed to talk to the model about class were you to see them outside class, you are not allowed to share any information about the model with anyone, you are not allowed to ask the model to remove a piece of clothing they're not comfortable removing. I do not want to hear how hot or not you think the model is, any smart-ass comment of the sort will result in a direct F." She shoots a glare at Steve and his friends. "And most importantly you are not allowed to irritate me today, whoever does will be asked to leave and will be considered absent. Do I make myself clear?" she takes the box of cell phones and turns around when she hears a soft knock on the door. She finds herself in front of a very large man,everyone is large compared to her 5 ft 2, but he was at least 6 ft tall, black hair, broad shoulders, a very sharp jawline, he's leaning against the door frame wearing a black leather jacket and holding a black biker's helmet.

"Can I help you?"

"Um hi, I'm here for Nerissa Clare's sketching class, I'm the model." Nerissa studies him for a bit.

"You're not Jacques." Jacques was the french male model Nerissa knew from when she was a student at GU. 

"No, I'm not. Peter Smith." he says in a chuckle, "I'm subbing for Jacques for now, he had a scheduling conflict." he stretches his still gloved hand out to shake hers, which she takes. There is something electrifying about the contact of their hands. 

"Oh, well why was I not informed? You know what it doesn't matter, I'll deal with the administration later. Can I assume you have experience in modeling for art classes?" he nods, "Very well then, you can change behind the screen and put your clothes in the closet there. Is there anything you're uncomfortable with?" 

"No, I'm up for anything really." he walks towards the screen and doesn't bother going behind it, he puts the bag on the floor and the helmet on top of it. He removes his gloves and stuffs them in his jacket's pocket. He takes off his jacket and hangs it on the screen, then he proceeds to peel off the simple red t-shirt that doesn't hide much of what's under it. 

Nerissa is watching him like a hawk, he filled the whole room when he came in, he's acting tough but she can tell he's nervous, she is hypnotized by his movements, he had his back to her, she watched as he quickly bent down after taking off his shirt, once he stood back up straight and faced her, she tried to look anywhere but his perfectly sculpted chest. When she saw him reaching for his belt while kicking off his shoes, she cleared her throat and spoke.

"Um, why don't we start with just the chest area for today, there is a lot to work with, and we'll see how the situation progresses." she tried to sound easy going but knew she was failing miserably, she looked at him as he nodded gladly accepting her suggestion.