Page 32 of Colors and Curves
She sits on the floor right there in the entryway, hugging and petting him. I’m not jealous.
“Someone’s happy to see me,” she coos. “I knew at least one of you would be, so I brought you a present. Now you have to sit for me. Can you do that?” He sits proud, then offers his paw without her asking. She looks up at me and nods. “You’ve trained him well.”
She shuffles through her bag and pulls out a big squeaky bone. She squeezes it a few times, then offers it to him. “Here you go. Now you can annoy your dad with this noise all the time.” He takes it and lies on the floor, chewing away, firing off squeaks every two seconds.
“I’m not sure I’m going to be thankful for that toy if it becomes his favorite,” I grouse. Then I reach out my hand to help her up. She takes hold of it, and her smile becomes contagious. Once she’s up, she doesn’t let my hand go right away. Her eyes shine bright, making me believe that things might work out between us.
She lets go of my hand and looks around cautiously. “Is this a bad time? I don’t want to interrupt anything.” I have to force myself not to grab her and kiss her senseless.
“Other than the ladies hiding in the other room, I’m alone,” I say, unable to hide the humor in my voice.
She arches an eyebrow. “I see you’re in a playful mood.”
“I wasn’t until a few minutes ago. Actually, I was more lost in a bad one.” I raise my arm and motion for her to head into the living room. I force my eyes to look ahead instead of at how her ass fills out her pants. I’ve never been an ass guy before, but she’s changing everything about me.
She twirls around in the middle of the open space. “Look at this place. It’s beautiful.” She walks over to the ceiling to floor windows and glances outside. “Great view.”
“Thanks. I hope you don’t have a fear of heights.”
“Nope,” she says, then turns around and continues to scope out the place. “It’s a great size for you and Daisy.”
“Wait… How did you know Daisy lives here?”
“How do you think I got up here unannounced?” She tosses an evil smirk over her shoulder. “Yep. Just as I thought—mostly black, white, and gray. Clean and crisp. Not too fancy.”
I shrug. “That’s my life. I need it a little darker in here… because of my light sensitivity. Daisy adds color with little accents throughout the place. You should see her bedroom and office. We’re just happy to have a roof over our heads; we don’t really care how this place is decorated.”
“Oh, don’t get me wrong. There’s actually a warm feeling to it. I like it.” She plops down on the gray sectional and rests her head back, arms sprawled out to the sides. “This is the most comfortable couch. Mine is old and the cushions are all deformed.”
“Do you want a tour?” I ask. She hops off the couch, but then her gaze roams over my chest again. I need to get a T-shirt! I like how she’s drinking me in, though.
After a few seconds, her eyes make their way to my face and she replies, “Yes. I’d love that.”
“Okay. So you see where the kitchen is.” I motion to the left of the living room. She nods.
“Nice. So much cabinet space. Sparkling clean too. At least from this distance.”
“Let’s go down the hall here to the right. This is where our bedrooms, bathrooms, and exercise room is.” I let her go ahead of me and watch as she peeks her head into each door, not going into the rooms, though.
“It’s amazing how huge this place is.”
“I’m not done showing you the rest.”
Her eyes spring open. “There’s more?”
I nod. “Follow me.” I lead her to the other side of the penthouse to a door. “This was a big reason we decided on this place. The person who lived here before us ran their business from home. This door joins us to an integrated office space next door. Daisy and I have our own offices, and my studio is in there too. This way, Daisy and I can keep our personal life separated from business. There’s outside access too, so clients never enter our home.” We stand in front of the conjoining door.
“Come on. Open the door. I want to see what it looks like. I’ll be shocked if it’s just as big as this part.”
“Don’t get too excited. It’s not much different than here. Decoration wise.”
“I don’t care. Just do it.” She bumps me with her hip.
I usher her through the door and into an open space much like our living room but smaller. “This area is used for breaks or just for the models or other clients to relax when they’re waiting for me or Daisy. There’s the small kitchen to the left and a bathroom by the front door. Let me take you to my office—whatever I need it to be. It’s the first door on the right.” I motion for her to go ahead of me.
She opens the door, walks in, and gasps.
“What’s the matter?”