waggling about?
When he lets out a deeply satisfied chuckle I realize the words weren’t just in my head. Yes. I really did just comment on his dick ‘waggling about.’ Jesus Christ, Falyn.
Smoothing my hair back past my ear I attempt to regain control of the conversation. For the umpteenth time. “Mr. Walsh, do we have a deal or not? Please don’t waste anymore of my time.”
At this, Matt finally stands up straight and gives me another once-over. “I’ve already told you. This is the new deal, and if you want the contract signed and my work in your hotels then you’re going to agree to it.”
He thinks he’s got me right where he wants me and I want to call his bluff so badly, but something inside me says he’s being serious. Despite his aggressive nakedness and openly nonchalant attitude, Matt seems to take his artwork very seriously.
Yet again I find myself gaping at him, and I tug my lip between my teeth, trying to think on my feet. It’s not doing me any favors since my concentration is so off-kilter at the moment.
“It looks like you might be considering my offer there, princess. Among other things.”
If my eyes roll back any further I’m going to be looking out the back of my head. “Feel free to stop calling me that any time.” I sigh though, hating that I have to get down on his level. “But you’re right. Crazily enough, I am thinking it over.”
Matt’s obviously a proud guy—in more ways than one—so maybe if I take advantage of that ridiculous ego of his, I can get the best work out of him. And the best work leads to that big seat at the head of the conference table.
And okay, maybe it would feel good to prove to him that I can be just as aloof and casual about sex. I hate that he’s getting under my skin this way, making me feel like some ridiculous prude. But he has, and even though I know I’m caving in here, I’m hoping it will be worth it in the end.
His eyes are trained on me as though I’m the one who’s standing in the middle of the room naked. A shiver runs down my spine and my stomach knots tightly.
It should be illegal for someone to have this kind of power over another.
I draw in a deep breath, calming myself down before I give him my answer. “Okay fine. I’ll model for you. But first… how exactly does it work?”
4
Matt
I ’m not one who’s easily surprised but when Falyn actually agrees to model for me, my jaw nearly drops to the floor. I’m cool about it of course, as though I completely expected her to say yes. But still, holy shit. She’s actually willing to do it?
Definitely didn’t see that one coming.
Something about the way she tilts her head to the side while she’s waiting for me to reply has my cock stirring even more. I fight the ridiculous urge to push a stray piece of hair that’s hanging down back behind her ear.
“It’s simple. Once we pick a day and time, you come by here wearing something that will show off your legs. I’ll have you pose somewhere like on that couch there. It usually takes me a while to get started, but not too much longer to finish up. Although I still have to get a good grip on what I’d like to do with your specific work.”
She nods like we’re discussing trading stocks, but it’s still evident that she’s embarrassed by the idea.
“What exactly do you mean by something that will show off my legs? Is that the only part you’ll need to see, uh draw, I mean?”
A strong breeze blows through the room and my dick starts to lose its hardness. Yep, definitely time to put the pants back on. I pull them up my legs as I answer her. “Well, I guess that depends. I plan on drawing all of you, but mainly focusing on your legs. It might work even better if you just stick to wearing your underwear. That way I’ll be able to get the full view I need.”
I don’t blush when I say this and intentionally emphasize my wording to try and get a rise out of her. No dice though, and when Falyn stares me down I can
When he lets out a deeply satisfied chuckle I realize the words weren’t just in my head. Yes. I really did just comment on his dick ‘waggling about.’ Jesus Christ, Falyn.
Smoothing my hair back past my ear I attempt to regain control of the conversation. For the umpteenth time. “Mr. Walsh, do we have a deal or not? Please don’t waste anymore of my time.”
At this, Matt finally stands up straight and gives me another once-over. “I’ve already told you. This is the new deal, and if you want the contract signed and my work in your hotels then you’re going to agree to it.”
He thinks he’s got me right where he wants me and I want to call his bluff so badly, but something inside me says he’s being serious. Despite his aggressive nakedness and openly nonchalant attitude, Matt seems to take his artwork very seriously.
Yet again I find myself gaping at him, and I tug my lip between my teeth, trying to think on my feet. It’s not doing me any favors since my concentration is so off-kilter at the moment.
“It looks like you might be considering my offer there, princess. Among other things.”
If my eyes roll back any further I’m going to be looking out the back of my head. “Feel free to stop calling me that any time.” I sigh though, hating that I have to get down on his level. “But you’re right. Crazily enough, I am thinking it over.”
Matt’s obviously a proud guy—in more ways than one—so maybe if I take advantage of that ridiculous ego of his, I can get the best work out of him. And the best work leads to that big seat at the head of the conference table.
And okay, maybe it would feel good to prove to him that I can be just as aloof and casual about sex. I hate that he’s getting under my skin this way, making me feel like some ridiculous prude. But he has, and even though I know I’m caving in here, I’m hoping it will be worth it in the end.
His eyes are trained on me as though I’m the one who’s standing in the middle of the room naked. A shiver runs down my spine and my stomach knots tightly.
It should be illegal for someone to have this kind of power over another.
I draw in a deep breath, calming myself down before I give him my answer. “Okay fine. I’ll model for you. But first… how exactly does it work?”
4
Matt
I ’m not one who’s easily surprised but when Falyn actually agrees to model for me, my jaw nearly drops to the floor. I’m cool about it of course, as though I completely expected her to say yes. But still, holy shit. She’s actually willing to do it?
Definitely didn’t see that one coming.
Something about the way she tilts her head to the side while she’s waiting for me to reply has my cock stirring even more. I fight the ridiculous urge to push a stray piece of hair that’s hanging down back behind her ear.
“It’s simple. Once we pick a day and time, you come by here wearing something that will show off your legs. I’ll have you pose somewhere like on that couch there. It usually takes me a while to get started, but not too much longer to finish up. Although I still have to get a good grip on what I’d like to do with your specific work.”
She nods like we’re discussing trading stocks, but it’s still evident that she’s embarrassed by the idea.
“What exactly do you mean by something that will show off my legs? Is that the only part you’ll need to see, uh draw, I mean?”
A strong breeze blows through the room and my dick starts to lose its hardness. Yep, definitely time to put the pants back on. I pull them up my legs as I answer her. “Well, I guess that depends. I plan on drawing all of you, but mainly focusing on your legs. It might work even better if you just stick to wearing your underwear. That way I’ll be able to get the full view I need.”
I don’t blush when I say this and intentionally emphasize my wording to try and get a rise out of her. No dice though, and when Falyn stares me down I can
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