Jaxton deliberately positioned her breast to face where he will be sitting.
During the whole session, Lexi looked at Jaxton as her face was positioned to where he was sitting, and Jaxton did not care if she could see him looking at her exposed breast.
Lexi did not know why but she felt herself getting aroused by his eyes caressing her skin, her breast, her erected nipples. Lexi imagined that the wind blowing on her breast is Jaxton’s fingers. Jaxton realized that her eyes has changed, lust-filled, desire. He cannot wait for the class to be over so that he can paint the lust and the desire that he sees in her eyes. ‘Will she stay a little longer if I offer her money for a private sitting? Will I get in trouble with the university if they catch me alone with a naked student? I wonder if she will come to my penthouse?’ Jaxton thought, his eyes on hers that was looking at him.
‘I wonder if he knows that I am making love to him right now in my mind,’ Lexi thought, looking into his eyes.

Jaxton was watching her with her eyes on him, wishing he was her piece of hair, wrapped around her finger.
“Sir,” one of the art students was calling Jaxton for attention but Jaxton didn’t hear him.
“Mr. Hall,” the student tried a more formal approach but still no reaction from Jaxton. It was only when Lexi broke eye contact with Jaxton that he snapped his head towards the student.
“What?!” Jaxton exclaimed, irritated.
“I don’t really have a good view of anything,” the student complaint.
Jaxton got up from his chair and walked over to the student to get the students point of view. Jaxton realised that he would have to give up his view of Lexi to enable the student for a better view, “come.”
The student got up and walked over to Jaxton’s chair and took a seat. Lexi was a tat disappointed at her new view as the art student was not easy on the eye. Jaxton walked from student to student hanging over their shoulders, inspecting their work, so it appeared but what he was really doing was studying Lexi from all angles.
“What are you even doing in art class?” Jaxton asked on of the students, looking at his sketch.
“He is just hear to check out the models,” one art student chuckle.
“This is not a porn class, get the hell out,” Jaxton barked.
“I am an art major, sir,” the student protested.
“I am just messing with him,” the student that falsely accused him, chuckled.
“I don’t know who made you believe you have any art talent but take my advice, change you major,” Jaxton suggested before walking over to the next student.
Jaxton was left disappointed once again when he arrived at the next students work.
Jaxton arrived at the student that was sitting on his chair, “you have the best spot, yet your work looks like a three-year old’s.”
The student folded the page over and started again but Jaxton got so frustrated that he grabbed the students sketch book and pencil and started to sketch Lexi.
“Wow, you actually have talent,” the student remarked, amazed at Jaxton’s work.
Jaxton did not hear the student as he was to engorged in his sketch and Lexi.
When Jaxton was done with his sketch time was up.
“I hope you all have money on you, I think we need to book Lexi for another hour,” Jaxton suggested.
“Actually, I have class, but I can stop by tomorrow afternoon?” Lexi offered, reaching for her bra and shirt.
All the art students were in agreement. Jaxton strides over to her and hands her an envelope with money, “thank you for your time.”
“My pleasure,” Lexi smiled before grabbing her handbag and leaving.
“I want all of you to look up her social media accounts and create a mood-board, get to know her, get a feeling for her, dig deeper then what the exterior shows you,” Jaxton instructed.
“What?” Jaxton asked when he notice a student’s hand raised.
“What is her name again?” the student asked.
“Lexi Winters,” Aiden answered before Jaxton could.
The art students were not the only ones stalking Lexi’s social media accounts that afternoon. Jaxton was sitting on the balcony of his penthouse with a glass of scotch in one hand and his finger on the mouse pad of his laptop, browsing through Lexi’s social media photos.
“Only child; interesting,” Jaxton noted.
“Likes eating out,” Jaxton said out loud, noticing her check-ins.
‘Mmm, that is a nice photo,’ Jaxton thought as he absentmindedly clicked on the LIKE button, “crap, unlike.”
‘Shit, she is going to see the notification,’ Jaxton thought, slamming his laptop shut.
Jaxton gulped down his drink before taking his clothes off and diving into his pool. He swam to the edge where the glass railing was and rested with his chin on his arms, looking at the ocean.
The art students were not so shy to like Lexi’s social media photos and even send her friend requests that she happily accepted.
Lexi noticed the notification and then chuckled when she clicked on it and saw that the LIKE was no longer there. ‘He must be checking out my social media,’ she thought as she hopped onto his and scrolled trough his photos. “Well travelled,” Lexi stated.
“Who,” Milena asked, leaning over to see Lexi’s phone’s screen.
“No one you know,” Lexi said, slipping her phone away.
“Are you on a dating site?” Milena teased.
“No,” Lexi said, blushing as everyone in class was now looking at her.
“I am not!” Lexi shouted at them.
Milena chuckles and shooked her head.
“Do always have to be so loud?” Lexi whispered.
“Yes,” Milena said out loud.
“Do you care to share your thoughts with the rest of the class, Milena?” the teacher put her in the spotlight.
“Sure, Lexi over here is looking for love,” Milena chuckled.
“I am not,” Lexi tried to deny it.
“You and me, tonight, dinner is on me,” one of the guys said, pointing at Lexi making her sink deeper into her chair.
“It is a date and you better be fancy; you can pick her up at eight,” Milena confirmed the date.
“Are you nuts?! I don’t have time for dating,” Lexi protested.
“You have to eat right?” Milena questioned.