Phillipe feels a sad, painful smile touch his mouth. “She was perfection.”
Vulnerable ~
Today, Phillipe asked to paint me.
Today, I said yes.
When I reached the chateau, Penelope let me in and told me Phillipe was in his studio as she helped me up to the room.When I entered, I could smell the strong, distinct smell of his paints.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
I let out a small giggle, and he must have turned to look at me, because I heard him walk in my direction.
“Chantel. I’m sorry. I lost track of time.”
“You were painting?”
“Yes.” He paused. “Well, I was trying to. I hate to admit that not much is happening.”
I felt him reach out and take my free hand. Diva was in my other. I brought her with me, just as he’d asked.
“Why do you think that is?”
He led me into the room. “I don’t know, but I was hoping maybe you’d play for me today. Maybe if I hear something inspiring, I’ll paint something equally astounding.”
I grinned in his direction as we stopped at the chair I had been curling up in lately.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” I replied. “You can ask me anything.”
I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t what I got.
“Will you let me paint you today?”
At first, I didn’t quite understand. “Like I painted you?”
He reached out and stroked my cheek. “As much as I’d love to do that, I actually meant on canvas. I would love it if you would pose for me.”
I thought about that for a moment. “Like a model?”
“Exactly like a model.” His strong hand slid down my arm to entwine his fingers with mine. “You’re so undeniably captivating that I want to see if I can capture even a tenth of your magnetism with my brush.”
Embarrassment flushed over my skin at his words. I’d never been so revered by anyone. I was always that awkward girl or that amazing blind girl who could play the violin, which wasalmost as insulting. To be the focus of such attention from this man was altogether intoxicating.
“How would you want me to pose?” I asked cautiously.
I wasn’t completely naïve. I knew that a lot of paintings of models were nudes, and I also got the impression that Phillipe was the kind of man who’d want to paint his model in such a way.
He oozed sensuality with everything he did—from the way he talked to the way he touched to his chosen profession. It made perfect sense that he’d want to paint me?—
“Nude. Naked and sitting on the floor, facing away from me, with your arms above your head. Hair pulled up, revealing all of this perfect, pale skin,” he softly said into my ear.
He pressed a hot kiss to my neck, and my whole body shivered as I turned my face in his direction. I knew somehow we were looking into each other’s eyes.
“Yes,” I murmured.
I gasped as his mouth took mine in a sensual assault. His warm, full lips opened against mine as his tongue slid deep into my mouth to rub and flirt against my own. Moaning, I raised my hands to grip his chest, and I felt his strong arms wrap around my waist. One of his large hands cupped my ass, pulling my body in tight to his own. He groaned loudly as I wriggled against the hard press of his cock that I could feel rubbing against the apex of my thighs.
