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“Yeah?”
“We’re going to a nude study.”
I sit up straight. “Really?”
“Really.”
I bounce in my seat and there’s an eager tingling in my fingertips. “I always wanted to do a nude study, but the nuns would never allow it.”
“Well…” Aidan brings me closer to him – as much as he can with the big dress I’m wearing – one arm around my shoulders and his other hand splayed on my stomach. “It’s time you broaden your horizon. Your designs have already become bolder, more mature, but you’re still at an early stage of your career. I can’t wait to see where it will take you. I’m convinced your real talent is outside of jewellery design.”
“You think so?”
“Absolutely.” Aidan nods and then laughs. “I probably shouldn’t encourage you to do something else as the launch of your jewellery range has transformed Keenan Jewellers.”
It’s pretty hard to believe how successful my designs have been. Most days I have to pinch myself.
Sometimes I feel bad for Dad, but Aidan tells me not to, as last month, Dad took home a bigger wage with his twenty-seven percent than he did when he had fifty-five percent. Dad still works for the company, of course. Aidan says he has some valuable business skills and contacts – but he’s no longer able to hold the company back.
“Whatever I do, I’ll never turn my back on the company,” I promise.
“Well, the way I see it, is that when you have established your name within the stars of art, we’ll blow the world away with an exclusive range of jewellery, branded as ‘the Caitlin Byrne range’.”
Heat spreads in my chest at his unconditional belief in me and I burst out, “Kiss me!”
“I shouldn’t – I might smudge your make-up before the photo shoot.”
“Please…”
Aidan groans and tilts his head back. “What monster have I’ve created? I’m an old man – I can’t keep up with your youth and pregnancy hormones.” He glances at me from the corner of his eyes, his mouth twitching. “I think I’ve turned you into a nymphomaniac. You’d better calm down a bit once the baby arrives, or you’ll drive me into an early grave.”
“Please, Daddy…”
There’s a flash in his eyes and a growl in his voice.
“Who’s my dirty good girl?”
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