Becky clearly didn't know her teacher's house had been sold from under her. She was like a ball of nervous energy, wriggling and talking the entire way to the gallery. I couldn't get a word in, but that was okay. I was too nervous but in a different way. Mine was from trepidation, not excitement. I was used to dealing with OBF (old, bald, fat) billionaires, not hot guys like Reece Kavanagh. It was easier to get an OBF to develop a crush on me, but why would someone who could score a model respond to my lame attempts at flirting? Unlike Ellen, I didn't think the sexy school teacher type would work on a guy who could get any girl he wanted.
"My three pieces will be on the left," Becky said as we flashed our invitation at the door. She craned her neck to the left and stood on her toes. She w
