Alec was six foot two of smooth, blemish-free lean muscle, blond hair, deep ocean-blue eyes, and a boy-next-door-look with a naughty edge and a wicked come-hither smile. He was fucking irresistible. At least to me. And when he prowled the catwalk with that odd swagger he had, women drooled and men adjusted their dicks. He was sex on a stick and money in the bank to the lucky clients that booked him. Bad enough I couldn’t take my eyes off him when we’d worked together, but once I held him close and he’d come in my hand, yeah, I was so fucking done for.
