The Billionaire's New Piece (The Billionaire Temptation #1) (BDSM Erotica) by Chloe Kale Read Free Book Online Page B

follow and took
off down the hallway.
    He took one
last look at me, smiled, and then walked away. I felt the warmth in my pussy as
he walked away. Oh god, why is he so perfect?
    I don’t know
what came over me, but I had to sketch him. Right then, and there. I quickly
reached under the chair and snatched my sketchbook.

Chapter 2
     
    I drew the
outline of his face rather fast, as I didn’t want to forget how he looked like.
Although, how could I forget, truly? I started with his eyes, and quickly
wished I had brought color with me. I decided that I’d just color them later.
But could I find a blue just like the one in his eyes, or would I be endlessly
mixing blue and grey trying to capture them, just as they were? No, I didn’t
know. I knew then that this sketch would be an exorcise in futility. There was
no way a failed artist like myself could capture the radiance of a man like
that.
    A man like
that could conquer a poor girl like me. I started to draw below his neck. I
drew the outline of his shoulders, his slender torso, and muscular arms. I was
drawing him topless, I realized. I can’t do this right now; I need to do it
when I get home. If Mademoiselle somehow saw this image, she’d fire me on the
spot for being such a freak.
    I let my hand
slide down between my thighs for a moment, and felt the heat. Well, I knew what
I was going to do when I got home. I then felt my hair again, to check if it
truly needed to be brushed. Oh god. I pulled a pencil from behind my ear.
    I’d had a
pencil behind my ear the entire time I was talking to him? No wonder he was
smiling so much! Damn it, I had sabotaged the encounter before it even began.
Good one, Clarissa. You’ve done it again.
    I flipped past
several other sketches; fruit, the outside of my parent’s house in the suburbs,
a sketch of my best friend – a blonde girl, gorgeous, beautiful in all the
conventional ways – and then landed on the self-portrait I was looking at earlier.
Hang in there, Clarissa. You’ll grow into yourself soon, I hoped.
    “Beautiful
portrait, Clarissa.” Will said plainly, suddenly standing behind me, as he
placed a hand on my shoulder and leaned down closer to inspect my sketchbook.
    “Oh, no, it’s
just – an,” I stammered, as he laughed.
    “It’s amazing.
You look wonderful in this picture, although I think you may be selling
yourself a bit short.”
    No. He
couldn’t be serious. At this point, I was fairly certain he was mocking me.
    “Well, it’s just
something I do in my spare time. I’m just an amateur. In every sense of the
word,” I said stupidly, as he placed his hand on the book, tracing his thumb
along my image.
    “I don’t think
this is the work of an amateur. I think this is quite striking, I’d love to see
your other pieces?”
    I pulled the
book away. I could barely turn to face him, as he leaned over me. Why was he so
handsome?
    “Well, Mr.
Garrett. There really are no other pieces. Just a few doodles I keep at my
apartment,” I said, trying to end the conversation because of my nerves and the
butterflies in my stomach that were raging so hard, I thought I might see them
fluttering out my mouth any moment.
    “Mr. Garrett?
I thought I introduced myself as Will,” he said, smiling confidently.
    I blushed, and
intuitively straightened out my skirt. I remembered the pencil I had behind my
ear the last time we were talking, and silently cursed myself.
    “Don’t be
embarrassed. I think you’re quite a talent,” Will said.
    Where had
Mademoiselle gone? She wouldn’t want me talking to Mr. Garrett so much.
    “Thank you…
Will. That’s very kind of you to say.”
    “Hand me the
sketchbook, Clarissa.”
    Every inch of
myself told me to keep the sketchbook away from, to keep him from seeing my
life’s work, my passion, but somehow my hands betrayed my mind, and they
instinctively handed the sketchbook over to Mr. Garrett. He was very
compelling, after all. Damn him for being so handsome. Damn