Page 22 of Their Courtesan
She guffawed. “That’s hardly unconventional.”
“Let me finish.” He faced her, feet firmly on the ground but his heart leaping into his throat. “I want to paint you, Judith. I want to pay you to be my model. I will come here since it’s convenient for you… and because there are so many great views around here.”
She stared, incredulous. “Model for you?”
“Remember that I’m a painter?”
“I remember.”
“Well, I need a new model. I think you’d be perfect.”
Judith returned to him, hands running up his arms as she grinned from one ear to the other.Touch me more, lovely.Seth wanted to feel her all over him, but reason was finally winning out, and it told him enough was enough for today. He could go home and stroke his own cock to images of this beauty. Would give him time to think other things through. “You can pay me for whatever you like, Seth.” She kissed him again, this time with more fervor. “I don’t mind,” she whispered on his lips. “I’ll even take my clothes off for it.”
He tried not to latch on to this detail. “I was hoping you would say that. So… Friday? I’ll be sure to leave early enough so you can get back to your real work.”
“What is real work? Anything I get paid for is real work. Surely, an artist knows that.”
Did Judith consider herself an artist of some sort? Why did that thought strike Seth down once again? “I do. How does two sound? I’m thinking a small sketch to begin with, and I can paint it at home… but I like to do my sketches in real…”
She put her fingers on his lips. “Friday at two. I’ll be all yours.”
