Unrestrained (Unrestrained 3)

"I can see that you already have experience with nudes." She showed it to Sefton who nodded. Then he looked closer and smiled. "That's not the one I saw. The one I saw was a bit more… modest. That's quite the… painting."

I quickly took back my phone and saw that I'd shown them the full frontal nude of Drake instead of the more chaste version. My cheeks burned as I quickly pulled up the right image and handed it back to Talia.

"That's the one I meant to show you," I said, smiling a guilty grin. "The other one is private."

Talia smiled and examined the other image. "Very nice. Kate, you really should take the master class. This class is below your skill level."

"I don't know," I said and backed away.

"Think about it," Talia said. "You should be focusing on your painting. Your drawing skills are already well-developed."

"Think about it," Sefton repeated, nodding. "Seriously."

"I will," I said, and gathered up my things, leaving as quickly as I could. I was in such as rush, I banged into a bench with my portfolio, almost knocking it over. I turned at the door to wave goodbye to Talia and Sefton was standing with his arms crossed, smiling in that way. He knew he made me feel uncomfortable. I was sure at that moment that he enjoyed it.

I called Jomo and asked him to pick me up from The Institute. As I waited for him outside in the noon-hour sun, I hoped that Sefton wouldn't see fit to join me and pester me more.

Of course, he did. I saw him leave the building with his sunglasses on. When he saw me, he came right over.

"Ms. McDermott," he said. "May I call you Kate?"

I shrugged, refusing to say yes or no.

"Kate," he said and smiled, glancing away as if he were amused by my reluctance to speak with him. "Are you waiting for that fiancé of yours to pick you up?"

"No, actually, I have a taxi coming."

"A taxi? Those scoundrels? Let me take you. Save you a few of your American dollars."

I saw Jomo a few blocks away, his distinctive old English taxi with a yellow stripe a now-familiar sight. I stood, glad he was almost there to rescue me from Sefton.

"Thanks, but my taxi is here."

"Send him away and come with me," Sefton said, waving to Jomo as he drove up. "I won't take no for an answer.

"Yes, you will." I pushed passed Sefton and opened the door to the back of the cab, so damn glad to see Jomo's face.

"Hello, Miss," he said. "How was your class?"

"Great," I said and closed my door. Sefton leaned inside the open window. I frowned at him, hoping that my evil eye expression gave him the message.

He merely smiled at me. Obviously, he knew I didn’t want his attentions but didn't care.

"Good to see you again, Kate. I guess I'll be seeing you every class for the next month or so, while my students work on their longer studies. And maybe on Thursday nights, too."

"Good bye," I said and turned back to Jomo. "Let's go."

Sefton pulled away, his hands held up as if in surrender.

"Au revoir, ma petite chérie," he said in perfect French.

As we drove off, adrenaline jolted through my body. He had used a phrase very similar to the one Drake had used at the dungeon when I apologized for choking on his cock.

I watched Sefton, who stood smiling, his arms crossed as if he'd won some kind of battle.

"Was that man bothering you, Miss?" Jomo said.

"He wanted to, but I'm not going to let him," I replied, although in truth, I felt like I could die of embarrassment at that moment.