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I pick up a hot pad and pull out our dinner. I plate it up and lead everyone to the dining room.
“Your house is amazing, Mr. Stark.” Madison’s voice floats over me like a wet tongue on bare skin. “How long have you owned it?”
I sit at the end of the table and place Madison to my right where she belongs. She takes her seat and places her napkin softly on her lap. Yes, this girl is refined, but she’s more.
Last night when I researched her, I thought she was one of the spoiled princesses who didn’t give me the time of day when I started in this business. Article upon article listed her as American royalty, but as I dug deeper, I found a softer side to her.
“I bought it two years ago. Glad you like it.”
“It’s extraordinary.” She lifts her glass of wine and looks to the painting above the fireplace. “Is that a Krager?”
I raise my glass in salute. “Very good, Ms. Leclerc. I bought it on a trip to London five years ago. I’m surprised you know of him. It’s not like he’s mainstream.”
As soon as the subject of art comes up the other students lose interest and start eating. Madison and I continue our conversation.
“He may not be mainstream, but he’s magnificent. His pictures are reaching six figures, which is unheard of for a new artist.”
“Then I made a good choice. I paid under ten grand. It would seem I have an eye for quality.” I wipe my mouth and lay my napkin on my lap. Instead of bringing my hand back to the table, I rest it on her knee and she jumps. I run my fingers up her thigh, hating the jeans that are keeping me from her skin.
I look up and address the table. “Madison is an art expert.” Everyone stops talking and looks to me. “She’s a hot commodity in the art world. She’s been asked to verify authenticity of notables such as Klimt, Rembrandt, and Dali. In her free time she teaches underprivileged youth how to paint, and she takes cooking classes.”
I squeeze her thigh as a message that says I’m proud of her. She places her hand on top of mine and the heat of her palm sears me all the way to my cock.
“How did you know?”
I lean toward her and quietly say, “You’re not the only one with internet.”
The group chitchats about not so secret recipes while Madison takes it all in. We come from opposites sides of the universe, but I hope she’s starting to see we’re very much the same.
When dinner is over, we move into the living room to talk about the week.
“Tomorrow we start at eight. Come ready to work hard. We’ll be going over several techniques that put me on the map.”
I pick up the glasses. It’s my hint for them to leave. When I return from the kitchen, the group is telling Madison she can ride with them.
“I’ve already called her an Uber.”
She is standing, staring at my painting while I walk the others to the door. When I get back to the living room, she’s gone. The swish of water and the clank of dishes bring me to the kitchen. The dishwasher is open, and she’s loading the plates.
I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. At first, she stiffens and then she settles against my chest. “What are you doing?”
“Helping.” She reaches for the next plate, but I shut off the water and pull her back against me. I like the feel of her in my arms—the softness of her ass against my rock hard cock. I close my eyes and imagine her like this, butt naked, with me driving my lust into her.
“I don’t need that kind of help. I have a housekeeper. I need something else from you.” I press my hardness against her so there’s no doubt what I’m asking for.
Her hips thrust away from me. “Oh.” She turns around and looks down at the strain in my jeans and her cheeks turn the color of red dye number five. “I thought I could help until the Uber came.”
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her toward the living room, swiping a bottle of wine and two glasses from the bar on our way. “There’s no Uber.”
“What?” The color falls from her face.
Did I misjudge her attraction? “I’ll take you back to the hotel, if you like, but I was hoping we could get to know each other better.”
“I’d like that too.”
I put the wine and glasses on the coffee table before I sit and pull her into my lap. My fingers are firmly on her hips. She tries to wrestle free, but I hold on tight.
“Mr. Stark, I’ll crush you.”
