Page 46 of Painting Her

I barley recognize myself in these thoughts and I suppress a giggle.

“Where are we going?” I want to know if I need to dress up or if I can just slip on my sandals and head out straight away.

“I’m cooking.” Blake says and suddenly I can’t wait to be with him.

It’s insane how this man has invaded every part of my life and taken over. In his presence I feel complete.

It takes me less than five minutes to check my appearance and I’m out of the door.

When Blake opens the door, I smile. He grabs me, pins me to the wall and kisses me. The kiss is demanding, forceful and mind-blowing. My thoughts turn to a molten mass of uselessness.

When he releases me, I breathe hard and want more. Already I’m wet between the legs.

I follow Blake to the kitchen.

He hands me a glass of red.

“Trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me.” I quip and take a sip.

Blake throws his head back with laughter.

Without warning he’s in front of me, hands on my breast and ass.

“I know you’re putty in my hands.”

My nerve endings tingle in anticipation. I smile. But evil thoughts try and force their way into my happy state.

I can almost hear Dale’s taunts. Everyone knows you will be discarded.

“Hungry?”

“Sorry?” I didn’t hear the question.

Concern registers on Blake’s face.

“You okay?”

I nod and force myself to smile. Stop those negative thoughts, I tell myself.

“Are you hungry?”

The low rumble of my stomach is an answer of sorts.

“I haven’t eaten since breakfast,” I confess.

“Excellent.”

He leads me out onto the balcony where he has set a table for two with flowers and two tall white candles. I feel as if I’ve walked into a four-chef-hat restaurant.

There are pale pink plates, proper silver cutlery and starched white serviettes folded into swans.

“Take a seat.” He pulls out a chair. “I’ll be back with our meal.” I feel him kiss the top of my head before he turns.

I watch him walk back to the kitchen. How many of his other models have sat here like this?

Stop those thoughts, Kat.

Briefly I close my eyes. Think about all the positive signs. He did agree not to use the painting. He’s cooking dinner.

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