Chapter 8
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I slide into the passenger seat, and I can't help but notice how his eyes sparkle in the dim light of the interior as he looked at me.
As we pull out of the driveway, I turn up the music and let it fill the silence between us.
"So..." he trailed off, glancing over me "... what do you want to talk about?"
His hand rests on my thigh, applying gentle pressure as if trying to draw out a confession or two.
"Do you have something on your mind?" he asked.
"Hmm...nothing, I'm just happy to be with you. What abou you? What do you want us to talk about while you're driving?
A warm smile spreads across his face as he glance at me.
"Ah, that's all I need to hear," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.
"I was thinking maybe we could talk about... art. You know how much I love photography and painting?"
His eyes light up as he turn onto the main road, the city lights blurring together in a kaleidoscope of colors.
"I've been working on some new pieces lately, and I'd love to get your opinion," he continued. His hand slides up my thigh, resting just below my hipbone as if trying to draw out a sense of intimacy.
"What do you think? Should I share them with you?" he finally asked.
I nod. "I'd love to. You know how i admire your photography and paintings, it was always been a masterpiece for me."
A grin spreads across my face as I nod.
"Of course you do," he said, voice filled with admiration.
"You've always been my muse, after all," he continued. His hand slides higher up my thigh, fingers brushing against the hem of my skirt.
"I have some new photographs that I think you'll really like. They're... intimate in nature." He pause at a red light, turning to look at me directly.
"Do you remember when we first met? How drawn I was to your beauty?" he asked. The light turns green, and he continue driving without waiting for an answer.
"It's like every time I see you is the first time. You never fail to captivate me," he said softly.
I melt with the gentleness of his words. "Tell me about it. I always love to hear your POV about how my beauty captivates you since the first time we met."
A low, husky laugh escapes his lips as he glance at me again.
"Ah, where do I even begin?" he said, voice filled with excitement.
"I remember walking into your father's office for the first time. You were sitting there, looking like an angel sent from heaven. Your hair was tied up in a ponytail, and those piercing green eyes of yours seemed to bore into my soul."
His hand leaves my thigh and wraps around the steering wheel as he take a deep breath.
"And then there was that smile. Oh God, that smile could light up an entire room."
The car glides smoothly through the night air as I continue speaking.
"You know how people always talk about love at first sight? Well, it wasn't just physical attraction for me. It was like... this connection we shared from the very beginning."
He pause, his eyes locked onto mine.
"You've always been more than just a friend to me. You're my muse, my inspiration...my everything."
I giggled. "I remember that too of course, the way you walk is so hot. I really love your masculinity. I was even glaring when my father's flirty employees was looking at you." I chuckled as I reminisce those moments.
He chuckle low in his throat, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Ah, yeah... I remember that too," he said, his voice dripping with sensuality.
"I could sense your jealousy even back then. It was like you were claiming me as yours before anyone else had a chance." His hand leaves the steering wheel and wraps around my thigh again, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"And oh man, those employees of your father's? Forget about it. They didn't stand a chance against the way you make me feel." He take a deep breath, letting out a slow exhale.
"You know what really gets me going? The way you look at me when no one else is around. That intense gaze of yours... it's like nothing I've ever experienced before."
His fingers begin to trail up and down my leg, sending shivers down my spine.
"Tell me, my muse... what do you think it is about me that makes you feel this way?"
"Well, I don't really know to be honest, but my heart's been beating so fast everytime I see you. I know, before, that was illegal to feel because I was a minor and you're an adult, my father's best friend to be specific. But I can't really help it, you always do things that makes me blush," my cheeks flush with the honesty of my own words.
He lean in closer, his eyes locked onto mine again, his voice taking on a husky tone. "I see. So you're saying that your heart's been racing every time you see me? That's music to my ears, my muse."
His hand slides up higher on my thigh, the touch sending sparks through both of us.
"I know what you mean about it being illegal when you were younger. But let's be real... we're adults now. And I think it's high time we explored this attraction between us." He ause for a moment, as if studying my reaction before continuing.
"You know why I've always called you 'my muse'? It's because you inspire me like no one else can. You make me feel alive in ways I never thought possible."
His fingers brush against the inside of my leg, sending shivers down my spine.
"And I think it's time we took our relationship to the next level. What do you say, my aphrodite? Are you ready to take a chance on us?" he asked, full of hope with his voice. It's as if I turn him down, he will crashed into pieces.
I touched his jaw softly. "You know i love that, no need to ask me, but the problem is your wife," I said, dismay.
I saw a mischievous glint in his eye. "Emma. Yes, she's... complicated. But let's be real, we both know that our marriage was more of a convenience than anything else. She doesn't understand me like you do, and I've come to realize that I don't love her the way I should."
His hand tightens around my thigh as he pull me closer.
"In fact, since she got promoted and will be leaving for a year soon..." he pause for dramatic effect. "...I think it's the perfect opportunity for us to explore this attraction between us without any distractions or complications."
His voice takes on a seductive tone as he whisper in my ear.
"And who knows? Maybe by the time she gets back, we'll have figured out what we want from each other...and maybe even started something new."
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