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“What do you think?” a random woman asked, sidling beside me.
“I fear it might not be my cup of tea,” I said, trying to be cordial.
“It is glaringly amateurish. I’m Cheryl, by the way,” she said, offering her hand.
I didn’t ask.
“Jonathan,” I replied with a polite smile and shake.
“I hate to be so forward, Jonathan, but would you like to get out of here? My place isn’t far from here.”
The fuck?
“No, thank you. I’m actually here with my wife.”
Her face morphed, showing her dissatisfaction with my revelation. “Are you referring to the woman you were with?”
I tilted my head in confusion. “You saw me with someone and still approached so boldly? What is wrong with you?” The woman scoffed and stormed away.
“Ah, let me guess. She saw me leave and swooped in to try and pull you?” Kierra laughed as she approached me with a glass of champagne.
“How did you know?”
“I was waiting for her to make her move. She’d been eyeing you all night.”
“Oh, wow. I hadn’t noticed.”
“Of course not. These sorts of things happened with Rory all the time. I call it the Kierra Effect.”
“I’m intrigued…tell me more,” I said, accepting the flute from her.
“Basically, there were women who felt that perhaps my partner was too good for me and thought they’d look better on his arm and could scoop him up with the bat of the lashes, a swing of the hips, and some sultry words. It never worked, and that pissed them off even more. Stick with me a little longer, Jon, and you’ll see. You’re gonna have women hitting on you left and right.”
You don’t have to worry about that. I’m not giving you up.
We continued our gallery tour, and I was shocked when I won a piece for $7,000.00 in the silent auction. The canvas caught my eye as soon as we walked in. It was abstract and colorful—a conversation piece that would look best in the living room or perhaps the library.
But then again, it might be too distracting for the library.
“Jon? Are you ready to eat?”
I had to refrain from licking my lips and telling her that I was ready to eat as long as it was her on the plate.
“Sure. I need to use the facilities, then we can go.”
A scorching spike of jealousy stabbed me when I returned minutes later to find Kierra conversing with another man. I wasn’t upset with her. I knew it was innocent on her part; however, I knew what a man looked like when he wanted to fuck someone—his body language said it all.
I guess we can call this the Jonathan Effect.
Kierra looked away from him, caught my eyes, and waved me over. I joined them and wrapped my arm around her waist, proving that we were intimately engaged.
“Jon, this is Max Behr, he’s the artist of the painting you won. He wanted to come by and thank you personally.”
Yeah…I bet he wanted to come….
I slapped on the courtroom smile I used when I tried to woo the judge and jury and held out my hand for him to shake. “Mr. Behr, it’s nice to meet you. The piece…exquisite.”
“Thank you, Mr. Baker. It’s affirming to know that people see the value in my work. I spoke to your lovely wife, who is quite the art aficionado.”
