It came out before he could stop it. The words were gruff and clipped. He was instantly hard, no longer tired, ready to press on. The short skirt was mid-thigh and wouldn’t have been hard at all to get to. Her shirt revealed her stomach. It took him a minute to see that the shirt was actually his grey one, cut up and then formed into an enticing package on her chest.
“You told me that I could use some stuff, remember?”
“Yeah, yeah. Okay. I just didn’t see you doing that. I thought you were going to take up a hem, not cut off a scrap of it and use it for clothing.”
She laughed and did a twirl. “I thought I did good.”
Cassandra was unsure, but he could see that she was waiting for him to say one way or another. If she was trying to get him all uncomfortable and bothered, the clothing was doing its job just fine. He was ready to come unglued. Was that enough?
“It looks great, really.”
Antoine didn’t last very long. Now he had a swishing skirt and swaying tits to look at. Every move was sensual, and he retreated without much thought. Antoine was having a hard time focusing on much of anything. He needed to get away from her. Get some space, before he did something that he was sure to regret.
Cassandra asked him where he was going, but he couldn’t even look at her.
“I will be back later, okay?”
Then he was gone, door slammed, and he was heading for the hills, then the skies. How was he ever going to be able to be around her like that? It seemed impossible. Antoine stayed out for hours, trying to work off the friction caused inside of him. He’d been tired when he first got home, but now he was filled with such energy he couldn’t help but feel the surge of life inside of him.
Chapter 9
Cassandra
“Oh my God. Cassandra. What are you doing?!”
Cassandra smiled at the question. She told him that she was doing laundry. “You didn’t seem to like my clothes that I made, so…”
“Well, I can see that you don’t have them on, but why are you not wearing something else? Why are you on the couch like that, knowing that I was coming in?”
“Well, I remember you saying something about doing my portrait, and I thought maybe now would be a good time.”
Cassandra smiled so innocently and enjoyed the desire that leapt into his eyes. He obviously was not prepared for that answer, and he dropped a bag that was heavy and full of clinking tools down next to him. The door shut quickly, almost slammed, and it made her jump a little bit. For some reason, her whole body was shaking now. He just looked so fierce and maybe her plan was already backfiring. Cassandra had not thought it through, not really. Not like she was thinking about it now.
“If you don't want to, I can leave.”
“I don't think I would be able to let you leave, even if I wanted to.”
“What does that mean?”
“Just what it sounds like. You have really been messing with my head lately, Cassandra. Do you really think that there are no consequences for it?”
Cassandra didn't know if she particularly liked the sound of that. She definitely did not like the idea of consequences or anything like that. She was just trying to have fun, maybe seduce him a little bit, because she could feel this attraction between them. While she waited for him to make a move, he never did, so she decided that it would be good for her to do it.
Now, though, he was looking at her like he wanted to eat her, and it made her shake almost uncontrollably. She had never been so low-grade scared in all of her life. Cassandra had decided that she needed to lay naked across the couch, on one side, with her one leg propped up just a little bit. There was a pillow blocking his view to her most intimate parts, but it wasn't much coverage. And her breasts were out there and standing proud. The cold air had made them harden into tiny nuts.
When she started to insist that she was going to get up and it was silly for her to do it, he stopped her with a very sharp tone.
“You spent all this time getting yourself prepared and arranging yourself in such a way. The least I can do is give you that portrait. I feel like it's one that I'm going to want to keep, though.”
Cassandra could only nod her head in response. He was not leaving much room for her to make any kind of decision. The decision had apparently been made when she had decided to get undressed and lay about like that. What had she expected?
He told her not to move and Cassandra did not think she would be able to anyway. She was so nervous, trembling so much that her shoulders were shaking. He ran off to his room, apparently to get a pad and paper, but he instead came back with an easel and proper canvas. She asked him what he was doing, and his answer just made it all the worse.
“With this kind of subject, I want to make sure that I do it right.”
He had said something like that before, and it gave Cassandra much of the same feelings. She was not acting like herself. She was doing things that were against her better judgment for sure, and definitely not in her comfort zone. Cassandra wanted to believe that it was a good thing, but when he looked at her so intently and drew her for the next hour without making eye contact again, Cassandra didn't know what to think.
In that time, she had become more turned on than she probably had ever been in her whole life. Cassandra could feel the wetness slipping in between her legs and she was thankful for the pillow in front of her.
