Naughty Professor - Ashton Irwin (AU)

Chapter 3

It's been a week since I signed up for Mr. Irwin's project. Tomorrow would be the day that he would announce who got to work with him. I really wanted to go to Paris to see all of the beautiful art. I've done plenty of mock drawings of some famous paintings, but they were nothing compared to the real thing. Sometimes, I wish that I had that much talent to be a famous artist. If I get chosen, Mr. Irwin might think that I have enough potential, but I still don't think that a professor that's getting paid would be honest about something as serious as this project.

"Mr. Irwin?"

I walked into his class after our lesson was over. I knew that it was the end of the day, and I wanted to talk to him about some of my drawings.

"Yes?" He asked, removing his glasses that made him look even hotter then before. He looked up at me and smiled a little. "What can I do for you kit---Josephine?" He stopped and corrected himself making me a curious as to what he was going to say.

"Um. I just wanted to talk to you about some of my drawings. You see, I like selling them sometimes under an anonymous, and I wanted the approval of a better artist to see if they were worthy of being sold." I said as I walked over to his desk and handed him my book full of drawings.

He gladly took it and began flipping through the pages, eyeing over each piece and nodding slightly. He smiled to himself at one drawing causing me to flush with embarrassment. I remembered that I had a drawing of a canvas with a few words sketched onto it: tie, Paris, art, class, laughing. He smiled then held up the drawing, facing the book to me.

"What's this?" He asked with a slight amused chuckle.

"I like to draw sketches of things that I'm thinking about each day. It helps me remember things."

I smiled a little. This sketch actually was just me thinking about one thing, and all of those words were describing the thing.....Mr. Irwin, himself.

"Why were you thinking about a 'tie'?" He laughed again as he quirked an eyebrow at me. That was so hot.

"I just thought back to when I had to wear them." I shrugged off. More like, I was thinking about my hands being on his chest.

"What about 'class'?" He asked another question.

"I was just thinking about the class in general, like the things that we were doing. The people in the room." I nodded slightly. No, I was thinking about him passing back in forth during class.

"Ah. I see, what about 'laughing'?"

"I was thinking about something that Cailey had said that made us both laugh."

"Well, these drawings are amazing, Josephine. Though, I don't think that the 'thoughts sketches' should be sold. Especially that one. You could sell the rest of these, easily, I'm sure. Where do you sell them?" He asked curiously as he handed me my book back.

"Just anywhere that will let me. This nice lady in a décor shop a few blocks from here let's me sell my art there. She gives me the money that I make off of them."

"How much do you sell your pieces for?" He asked.

"About thirteen dollars. Twenty at the most." I shrugged. (A/N: they are in Australia so, she sells her pieces for 10-15 dollars)

"That isn't very much for drawings of this quality. Why don't you try for more?" He said as he stood from his desk.

"They aren't really that good. No one would pay more for any of my pieces. Especially if they are from an anonymous artist that isn't famous by any means." I shrugged as I slid the book back into my satchel.