June fingered her cleavage under the guise of pulling locks of hair out of it. “I’m disappointed you don’t want me naked.”
She looked up again, this time without the smile. No… no smile… but something else. A glint in her amber eyes. “Who said I didn’t want you naked? I want to capture your essence, June. You’re the first woman I’ve met in a long time who seems so genuine that she’s begging to be captured on canvas. Let alone my canvas.”
When words like that hit her ear? June was already halfway to unzipping her dress.I get paid the same either way, but I’m down for being naked. Maybe she’ll get wet.
“Hold on.” Sette held up her pencil. “Not so fast. Do it slowly.”
June finished unzipping, but didn’t hurry to rip it down her torso like she wanted. “Why’s that? If you want a striptease, it will cost you extra.”
“I don’t want a tease. I want sensuality. Not a frenzy, if you would.”
“I see. Like this?” June eased one strap of her dress down. Then the other. She glanced up to find Sette watching her from above the canvas. Those amber eyes did more than glint now. They were alive. Yeah, she was enjoying this.
“Like that.”
“You want me totally nude?”
“Then recline. I’ve sketched your outline, but I need to fill in the middle.”
“You mean these…” June slowly pulled down the front of her dress. Delight filled her senses as she watched Sette’s reaction. Her breath caught in her flaring nostrils. Her cheek twitched. Her eyes tried to politely look away, to only look at her with a discerning, artistic eye, but June knew that gaze.
She wanted her.
“You like?” She tossed her hair behind her shoulders. Now her breasts were so prominent that Sette had no choice but to stare at her nipples again. She stared at them last time, too. “If you think those are pink, you haven’t seen my pussy.”
“I’ve seen my fair share of ‘pussy’ in my day, Ms. June.”
“That’s right.” She wiggled out of her dress until she kicked it onto the ground, legs spreading open. Her thong still covered her – barely – but that woman was looking. Fantasizing about her? She wasn’t opening her pocketbook last time, but she had already spent a grand on her. That sort of thing was charged to Sette’s credit card the moment she walked through the door. “You’re a doctor. Should I make a joke about you giving me an exam?”
“Exams are no joking matter, Ms. June. You better be getting yours regularly.”
They’re compulsory if you live here. “Dunno. Maybe they did a shitty job.” Her toes curled over the edge of the bed. “I might need you to come check things out down there.”
“I’m trying to work, Ms. June.”
“So am I.”
Sette’s smile briefly disappeared from her countenance.Struck a nerve, did I?Some people didn’t like being reminded that she was a paid woman.
“So we’re clear…” June hooked her thumbs in her thong and pulled it down, exposing the last of her body for Sette to discover. “There’s an open invitation for you to fuck me whenever you want. In fact, you’re torturing me, Ms. Sette. Twice now you’ve come to me, acknowledging how sexual I am while only giving me a taste of you.”
She put her pencil away and selected another implement that June didn’t recognize. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Cheapskate. That had to be the only reason she wasn’t between June’s legs right now. The more she rejected her, the more June wanted her to use her for the same reason other women sought her out. What a twist of fate.
Sette was both intrigued and detached. A human, but acontrolledperson. She was a woman of science and artistry afterall. How did that work? Was she constantly dueling in her head?I know what she felt like under my mouth…How would she feel where it really counted?
“No, turn this way. No, the other way.” Finally, Sette hopped off her seat and came to the bed… but not to manhandle her.Not like that, the tease. Instead, she lightly touched June’s shoulders, her arms, her damned ankles as she posed her. “I have to make sure I catch the light right. As soon as I get the details, you can put your clothes back on. I’ll do your face last.”
Sette didn’t touch June’s breasts. She definitely did not touch her thighs. The woman was living torture… because June? Her loins were hot, and her breasts ached to be touched. By her.
Sette Christie played a cruel game, and she didn’t even know it.
The artist went back to her station, sleeves rolled up, and glasses affixed to her face. The way she stared at June so intently, drinking in the sight of her body, though?She’s getting turned on.She hides it well, but she’s aroused by me. June couldn’t help but smirk.
Eventually, Sette snorted. “Could you relax your face? It’s not the image I’m going for.”
“What are you going for?” June ran her fingers through her hair, letting a few strands brush against her hardened nipples. “Maybe I can help.”
