Show & Sell

My dreams are coming true. He’s asking me to be alone with him in the studio. And yet I don’t feel prepared for any of it.

I feel alarmed by his request. I wouldn’t know how to writhe around on the floor and how to contort my body into sexy positions.

I’ve barely been fucked. What is it now? Three times?

Well, various times within three experiences. I digress...

Before I can answer his request, a woman approaches us. I’ve seen her before, and I know that she’s the owner of the gallery. She’s been making her way around the room like she owns it.

“Declan, darling,” she says, kissing both of his cheeks. “I think we’re gonna sell out tonight. Fabulous job.”

“Thank you, Diana,” he says smoothly. “May I introduce you to my newest model? This is Aurora.”

She holds out her hand for me to shake, and then she looks me up and down like I’m a piece of meat.

“Aurora, darling, you’ll be perfect for his next show. What an honor to be chosen.”

Declan interjects, “Actually, I think I’m going to save her photos for my private collection.”

The gallery owner looks at each of us before understanding what’s about to transpire.

“Well, we can talk about the details later,” she says, before moving around the room to greet more people.

“Your own private collection?” I ask.

“Yes. I can’t have anybody seeing your beautiful body except for me.”

His eyes become dark. His voice is gruff and sexy. I know that he means what he says. He doesn’t want anybody else to see me like he does.

There’s a sense of ownership emitting from him like he wants to be the only man in my life.

I would like that, too. I try to push the thoughts of his two brothers out of my mind so that I can focus only on Declan. I try to picture being with just him.

Three men are pulling me in different directions and I feel torn...literally. I reckon they’re fighting over me behind closed doors, if they even know about each other.

They’re brothers that don’t talk. They’re brothers that hate each other.

For now, there’s only Declan. None of them own me or have committed to anything, so neither should I.

I have to just focus on him and the enticing things he saying to me.

“I want to be your model, Declan. But I don’t know how. You’ll have to guide me.”

“Then let me take you back to my studio tonight. I can show you how it’s done,” he says.

The burning desire on his lips is red-hot, and it makes me wetter and wetter by the second.

I manage to say, “Okay.”

He takes my hand and starts to lead me through the crowd. I’m sure to grab a glass of champagne from one of the waiter’s trays. I gulp it back and hope it does something to tame my sizzling affection for him.

Before we can leave the gallery, we’re approached by more people. Declan seems to know them all.

“Declan, it’s wonderful to see you. And who’s this beautiful woman on your arm?” a guy says.

“This, Kevin, is Aurora. She’s my new model and muse,” he says.

Did he just say muse?

The guy takes my hand and kisses it before saying, “Well, you must be special to be on Declan’s arm. He usually doesn’t take his dates out in public.”

I feel myself blush, and I wonder about this man’s statement.

Am I special? Does Declan set me apart from the rest?

His eyes are blazing when he looks at me. I can tell he wants to get out of here immediately, and I know why.

I finish my champagne and then let him lead me out of the room.

His Mercedes is waiting, and once inside, things start to get hot and heavy between us.Chapter 35Declan

The moment I open the studio door, I wonder how Aurora will look hanging on my wall.

Will she be the masterpiece to finish my collection?

Flipping on the switch to the studio lights, I hope that the earlier photo shoot was cleaned up, with nothing left lying around. I know sometimes they can get a little wild.

“Come on into the studio. You can put your bag on the foyer table,” I say, walking through to turn on all the lights.

Once on, the place is immaculate. My people know that I’m picky and that the fastest way to piss me off is to leave a mess.

Aurora drops her bag on the table, looking at the pictures already handing on the wall.

“You did all these? Some of these—well, all of them, are so good,” she says.

Usually, I would agree with her, but being cocky isn’t needed right now. I already know I want this woman in my life. I don’t need to make her think I’m a complete asshole.

“I want you,” I say, but by the outline in my pants, I’m sure she knows that already.