Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Iris

Later, once Miles is asleep, I’m in my studio, preparing my supplies, when the studio door creaks open. Arthur steps into the room, wearing a plain t–shirt and trousers. I gesture to the seat I’ve prepared by the window. “Take a seat. And take your shirt off.”

I busy myself with lining up my charcoals as he takes his seat, trying not to look when he grabs the back of his shirt with one hand and pulls it over his head.

But it’s impossible not to look.

Arthur was always muscular, the perfect Alpha physique incarnate. He always made time to work out, to eat healthy and look good. But I expected that, once he became President, he wouldn’t have time for such things.

I was wrong. Somehow, if the size of his muscular arms, chest, and back are any indication, he has even more. time these days to exercise.

Arthur must notice me staring at the hard planes of his chest and the slope of his shoulders, because he clears his throat.

“How should I pose?”

I jump slightly at the sound of his voice, my face instantly reddening. “However you want,” I say, hoping my voice doesn’t tremble too much. “Just make sure it’s a pose you can hold for a while.”

Arthur hesitates, considering, then crosses his legs and hooks one elbow over the back of the chair. “How’s this?”

My throat bobs at the casual posture. In clothes is bad enough, but shirtless… I feel like I’m a flustered schoolgirl all over again.

“Let me just…” I move forward, and without thinking, I reach out and touch his arm. His skin is warm and smooth beneath my fingertips as I carefully reposition him. Arthur lets me move his body, his green eyes never leaving

1. me.

When I’m finished, I pause for a moment before stepping back. “Much better.” With that, I quickly turn and get to work.

As I begin to sketch, Arthur remains quiet for a while. I’m not sure if he can tell that my hands are shaking as I draw, making me have to erase and start over multiple times.

Finally, after a few minutes, he breaks the silence.

“I heard you went to Brooks & Lee today.”

My hand stills momentarily over the drawing pad, the memory of those two pricks at the law firm making my jaw tick. “Did you?”

Arthur levels me with a stern gaze. “Did they try to blackmail you with photographs?”

To my surprise, Arthur doesn’t look angry or disappointed, or much of anything, for that matter. “It’s handled,” he simply says. “Don’t worry about it.”

Arthur is quiet for another moment before he continues, “You know, taking this to the courts is going to cause a lot of trouble for all of us. Miles included.”