Chapter 4My Wife's Boyfriend

“Where’s that idiot Jackson? I’ve been back in the country for a week and he hasn’t even come to pay his respects to her majesty?”

Sienna tossed her thick, honey-blonde curls over her shoulder, her stunning face twisted in a look of annoyance.

I lounged on a plush sofa in the designer boutique, half-watching a model strut down an in-store runway. “He said the last time you were back, you forced him to be your practice model for a photoshoot and spent the entire time yelling at him. He claims it left him with emotional scars.” I explained, referring to our other childhood friend.

A cold smirk played on Sienna’s lips. “Don’t worry. I’m over him. I passed by this auto body shop a few days ago and saw an absolute specimen. Grade-A, top-tier material.” Her eyes lit up. “I’m taking you there later. I’m going to get him to be my next model.”

A specimen?

Caleb’s face materialized in my mind.

I pulled out my phone, my thumb tapping the screen.

No new messages.

I arched an eyebrow.

That evening, after Sienna had finally shopped to her heart’s content, she revved the engine of her new motorcycle and drove me to the auto shop she’d mentioned.

The owner’s eyes lit up when he saw us. Before he could speak, Sienna pointed a manicured finger at a man working in the back.

“I want him.”

The man looked up, his expression bored and indifferent. But when his eyes landed on me, he froze for a fraction of a second.

I watched him, a slow smile spreading across my face. It was Caleb, dressed in a black tank top that showcased his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The muscles in his arms were lean and powerful.

“Well? A specimen, right?” Sienna whispered conspiratorially in my ear. “Perfect proportions. The golden ratio. He’d be magic on camera.” Her voice was filled with the feverish passion she reserved only for her art.

“Yeah,” I murmured, my eyes fixed on Caleb as he started walking toward us. “A total specimen.”