PERMANENT CLIENT
“Have you ever wondered who it was underneath this mask?” The moment the question slips through my mouth I regret it. We have never had a conversation before. His hands pause, charcoal pencil in hand, hovering above the canvas. He knows we don’t speak to each other. He lifts his grey eyes—which I had imagined above me several times—from the canvas and focuses on me, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. His Adam’s apple bobs as he prepared to speak.“I have drawn you for what? Three years, of course I have wondered.” He peers at me from under those thick and long lashes that I have come to know so well from all these years of staring.His voice startles me, a rich baritone that feels like bathing in smooth butter, you would think hearing it for three years would make me accustomed to it, but it didn’t. Every time I heard the voice that played a great role in my fantasies, my body reacts in ways that were beyond my control. “Do you want to know?” my voice comes out as seductive. A brow quirks in my direction. He was curious, but he was doing everything he could not to let it show. That was okay, I wasn’t going to show him anyway. I don’t want to ruin what we have, or what I have. A timer at the top of the dark room dings, signifying the end of the two hour session he paid for, the spotlight above my head goes off and the rest of the room is bathed in bright white light. Disappointment pools at my core. Today was the last day of the week, we won’t see each other again till Tuesday. He looks down at the sketch of me. Then turns it to face me, I haven’t asked to see what he drew before, i came here for him. But I am pleasantly surprised to see how he captured my legs perfectly well, every line was represented well. “Woah.” I whisper, still not moving from my spot. Mostly because I didn’t want him to see how damp I had made the bench. Also because this was the only way I could trust myself to stay put, I didn’t trust myself to be civil around him. “This is the first time I haven’t finished a drawing.” The me on the canvas didn’t have an upper body, he stopped just above my belly button piercing. “Why?” “I was distracted.”I chew the inside of my cheek to stop myself from hyperventilating. I was doing it. I was talking to the man in my fantasies, and we were having a conversation! Oh my god! This is really real!! If I could ask for a second to jump up and down in happiness I would. “Sorry. We haven’t had a conversation in three years, even if we spend six hours in the week together.” He nods, his mass of black hair bobbed up and down as he does.“True. I wondered if you were a bot. You never asked where your paintings or drawings went. You never asked to see, you just sat there.” My thoughts were going haywire. He wondered about me. Meaning he was curious. He was curious about me!“What.. what do you do with them?” I clear my throat as I ask.“I keep them for myself.” “You keep them?!” I squeal.He blinks in confusion. “Should I have sold them?”“No, no, no, of course not.I am about to ask him why he kept them when someone knocks on the door. He starts packing his things. We are usually out after the timer goes off. “Your time has expired. My client and I wants to use this room.” Another model says as she peeks her head inside the room.I am annoyed by her, “What about the other rooms?”“Occupied. Besides, your time has expired. This isn’t a private room”I sit up from my position where I had lain the way he told me to. I could feel my own juices squelching as I moved, but I can’t stay here longer. He swings his art bag, I call it his art bag because he doesn’t bring it into class, over his shoulder. His eyes fall on me, this time they do a little dance all over my body. Stopping right above my breasts and this gives me an idea that he on some level feels the way I do. My nipples respond to his stare, tightening to the point where it hurts. He must notice this because his eyes darken. The other model clears her throat nosily and he blinks, like the tension between us was some kind of dust and he thinks blinking it away would work. And in two seconds he was out of the room. I turn my glare to the model. Even with her mask I recognize her, we met at the interview and I got the vibe that she didn’t like me at all. Which is good, I don’t like her as well. “You don’t even have to be here, yet you snagged the most good looking client.”I roll my eyes, wondering if I was supposed to be flattered by her comment. She saw my car during the interview and has made it very clear that she doesn’t like that I work here, because I already have the money and somehow it is insulting to her who has no other choice than to bare her body for a stranger to draw. “Maybe if you minded your business more you would get good looking clients.” I tell her.“You would say that because you snugged the highest paying client.” She snapped at me as I try to side step her.He was the highest paying? “You are sleeping with him aren’t you?” she accused.A laugh tumbles out of me. “Not yet.” “Then how is it that he paid for you exclusively?”I turn around to face her, that was new information. I thought our timetables matched, I assumed it was coincidence. I had no idea he paid for me specifically. This made my insides swirl and my legs clench. We never had a conversation before today, so why does my professor, A.K.A my client pay for my exclusivity?DESIRES I had not believed my eyes despite seeing Anne's influx of texts, all in different variations of the same thing, the one thing I had never imagined in my entire life. Annie had gotten me private lessons with Professor Vaughn Walker, my ethics professor. That's right, the same professor whom I had the hots for, and the very one who drew me semi nude. “What do you mean you got me private lessons with Professor Walker??” I asked as soon as the line connected.I hear her take a deep breath, probably counting in her head like she taught me to numerous times. “Good afternoon to you to Roxy.”I snort, it was an understatement, it was a perfect afternoon. But she wouldn't know that. Taking my snort to mean she should not have done that, Anne sighs.“Look Roxy, i know it might have been a little busy body of me. But i couldn't help it, it is usually my last resort so I had to pull it, considering the fact that you are graduating next year.” Her words mean absolut
HIS SECRET “How the hell did I get picked to be class leader? It's not even a class.” I say with my hands splayed out in front of me with palms facing up. Cropped hair girl shrugs and pops her lollipop out of her mouth to respond, “I volunteered you since you're the junior amongst us. Nobody argued. Plus I thought it would be a nice opportunity to have your back blown out by Professor Vaughnhottie.”I choke on my saliva mostly because Vaughnhottie was one of the numerous nicknames I had given him. “Why do you keep saying that?”She gave me a once over through her periphery vision.“Honey, you can not keep playing the denial game with me. I saw you guys in class together, believe me when I say it is hot enough without the heat between the two of you.” My eyes bulge as I look around us to see if we were alone, cropped hair girl chuckles. “Relax. We are alone. The other students used the front gate, Professor Vaughnhottie stayed back in the classroom.
RED “Sit cross legged.” He demanded in that calm voice that is absolutely maddening.My legs immediately comply with his order, my spine straightened and my body hummed with expectation. Until him, I didn't even know I found dominance attractive. His eyes darken after seeing me in the position. And I could feel it, the tension that tightened it's claws around both of us, threatening to snap and make us run crazy from all the want. I don't dare look away from his freakishly handsome face. Remembering the first time I noticed him. I swore up and down that I was going to skip all of my classes and focus solely on surfing, and being away from my family. Until I looked up from my phone to see the owner if the creamy, soft and calm voice that had the entire class listening attentively. I remember vividly the ripple of pleasure that shot through my spine, straightening it as our eyes met. His grey eyes had a way of making you feel like the only one in t
FINGERS I must have been imagining things again i tell myself. He would not have run his slender and immaculate fingers across my lips, and i must have been crazy enough to suck on them. “If what you are saying is correct, then he must have indeed run away after that.” Jessica tells me as she sucks on her fruit pop.Cocking my head to the side like it was going to help me differentiate reality from my imagination. All I can see is his beautiful face twisted in pleasure as my tongue ran up and down his fingers. I could still feel them in my mouth, I suppress a moan, it felt so perfect there. The next scene I can remember is him pulling his fingers out of my mouth, taking his bag and everything else and he bolts from the room like his ass was on fire. I sigh. The time was up so I can't tell if he left for real or it happened and i somehow scared him off. Jessica dumped her bag in the back seat of my car, and rested on the body of my car a
UNDERWEAR My heart starts to thump in my chest at the mention of his name. My mouth goes dry and i am unable to control the buzzing that shoots around my spine. “Professor Vaughn? Is he not the professor whose class you are finally done with?” Sarah asked frowning.Jessica gave me a knowing look with a brow raised. I give the tiniest of shrugs. “That is the one.” I hope my voice is steady.“Then why is he calling?”“You will find out after you swipe accept.” Jack says looking pointedly at Jessica's phone screen.She cleared her throat and swiped accept. “Is she taking his class this year?” Sarah whispered to me. I nod quickly, eager to hear what he has to say. Suddenly I regret sitting next to Sarah, Jessica was too far to eavesdrop on the call. Her features go from confused to knowing. She does not respond, he Is doing the talking. And I feel jealous of Jessica. My feet tap impatiently, I busy my hands with the fork so I don't snatch the phone from
TOGETHER I put a commendable effort into my outfit today. A beige plaid mini skirt paired with a crop white sweater. My hair is in soft beach waves and i may or may not have applied a little bit of make up. “Wow, you look stunning. And to think you stayed up all night sending in our projects and getting yours done.” Jessica says as she sees me.She left shortly after Sarah and her husband yesterday, I made her leave so I could start working on the project, and it was surprisingly easy. I submitted mine before I sent out everyone else's. Yes I know, I wanted to be noticed. You can't blame me. “Thank you Jessica. But this is not the sophomore class, this is freshmen class.” In as much as our friendship has started to grow on me, I hated that she had seen me at my worst, in fact she always caught me at my worst. “I could not care less about class right now. It is boring anyway. I decided to watch you, watch the Professor.”I look around us to see if anyon
COMPETITION “He said and i quote, Since this is a favour, you have to come whenever I tell you. No complaints. Is that a deal?”Jessica peered at me, her eyes wide and curious,“And what did you say?”I take a deliberate, slow sip of my iced coffee before I responded.“I took the deal of course. It is a sweet deal.”I take a bite out of my burger. Jessica and i skipped the rest of our classes. She said she knew this great burger place and would deeply regret not following her here, and so far, she was right. The burger was delicious. “I can't believe pieces are starting to fall into place for you, just like that.”I snort unattractively, “This is not just like that. It is years of laying ground work. It is paying off.”She takes a piece of my fry and i let her, she did show me this place after all. “So, what is the next step?” I swallow the contents of my mouth before I speak. “I have to test the waters. See if he was offering just because he wa
WRONG “What the hell am I supposed to do?” I ask as Jessica pass by me with a customer's drink.My fingers fly into my mouth and in between my teeth. “Well, for starters. You could wait until my shift was over.” Now she wanted boundaries? I almost roll my eyes but I have no choice but to settle into my seat and wait. I left the art house thirty minutes ago, and i am still as confused as I was the time the robot told me Professor Vaughn Walker had cancelled today's session. He had never done that. Even on days he looked particularly stressed out, he still came in to draw, a dedication that I admired. Something must have gone wrong. Terribly wrong. Scrolling through Instagram to his page, I find exactly what I am used to seeing. Pictures of the outdoors and his cats, all with weird soulful captions. His last post of a beautiful sun down was three days ago, his caption: inner peace. I was not expecting that search to yield much as he rarely