Chapter 61
Seth's POV
The dim light glistened on the pale skin of a woman's figure. The hourglass resembled the curve and the motion of the pen, creating the lines on the slim arm. The ballpoint rose from the shoulder down the wrist.
Green eyes darted at the silk bodycon dress the woman standing bare in front of me, gripped in her hand. Her stiletto clunked on the floor and faced me sideways, lifted her arms, and posed seductively. Black smoky eyes gazed lusciously at me, and a smirk formed on my lips as the red dress fell on the ground.
"Time's up, Seth. Pen's down, now touch me," the compelling voice drew me. I left the undressed sketch on a piece of paper, later the product, and my arm snared at the back of her waist. The red lips put a stain on the playful grin. She wrapped her arm
