Cassandra’s POV :
His eyes narrow a little in displeasure but he doesn’t make any move to proceed.He slowly puts the brush down and moves his arm around my waist and carries me down from the table putting me on my feet.
“What are you..”My voice trails off when he pushes everything down from the table and walks to the art desk before bringing the painting over.
He puts it on the table and i step forward only to freeze in shock.
My lips open and close in shock as i see myself in the painting.I am sitting on the table,with my legs open and my hands placed on the table behind me.
My head is thrown back and my face is flushed with a hint of red as i bite my lower lip.The expression on my face is so lewd and intimate that my face heats up seeing it.
This..its me.
“This..”I mutter and feel
