Chapter 51: A PLAN
Arianna
“Baby, fuck…don’t do that,” crouching in front of me where I sat, one of his hands settled on my bare thigh, where the slit of my dress revealed my smooth flesh, while the other grabbed my chin in a firm but gentle hold.
My blue orbs met his golden eyes, and they seemed almost to sparkle from the city lights through the big windows, reflecting dozens of fiery stars. They remind me of a desert with a scorching sun and red sand blowing in the wind. The moment seemed to be stuck in time as we gazed into each other's eyes, completely lost in each other.
Remaining silent for what seemed like forever or a minute, Vincent leaned closer, waking me up from the magical staring contest.
“You know that I don’t want you in danger, and I need to know every detail so I can’t miss anything. You mean the world to me, sweetheart. So don’t make me more worried,” touching his forehead with mine, I close my eyes and immediately forgive him for asking me those irritating questions. I could forgive anything if he looked at me like that.
“Okay, I understand,” my voice was soft, obedient.
His lips curled into a smile while his thumb rubbed my lower lip in a tender fashion,” Do you have some files or data in your computer from your recent clients? I need to brief them as soon as possible.”
I didn’t hesitate this time,” Yes, I have a notebook full of their contact information and also a small profile portfolio with pictures. I ask them to send those because I need to paint the paintings based on their appearance, too, not only from their requests. It helps me paint a better artwork if I have the owner in my mind. It’s like a custom object for them, especially made for one person only. I hope that helps.”
“Of course, it does. Thank you, Arianna. We can catch him faster that way. Show me?” Smiling with gratitude, I can only return his happy expression with a sly grin.
“I thought you knew everything about me and knew where everything is. How come you are asking me for information now?”
Vincent chuckles, pulling me up from the couch so we stand together. Grabbing my nape in a possessive hold, his breath is hot on my neck when he whispers in my ear,” I’m giving you a chance to show me yourself. At least I will not snoop through your things that way. Fair, no?” Grinning from ear to ear, I open my mouth in disbelief, not really believing him for a second.
Did he just…Yes, he did.
“So you have decent morals now? That should be comforting somehow?”
Squeezing my waist, his dark smile only widens,” I don’t need morals, darling. You would’ve given me anything, even if I didn’t ask you. That’s how you love me.”
With that, he steers me to the hallway, in the direction of my art studio. I can’t even respond with a snarky response, too speechless for his confident statement.
Maybe he is right…