me.”
“Jewellery wouldn’t do anything for you and why would I spend money on something that would make you smile politely at best? For status? I have more money in the bank than I could possibly spend in several lifetimes and I want to use some of it in a way that makes the woman I love actually happy.”
“You make me happy. Just you being you.” She looked at him with earnest eyes. “I know there’s no way of proving this, because by the time you captured my heart you already had millions to spare.”
“I remember so well when I first saw you at the opening of cousin Sylvia’s first solo exhibition. You were staring at ‘Portrait of a Girl, Aged 15’ and I couldn’t keep my eyes from you. I had no idea who you were, but I knew that if you wouldn’t become my wife, something essential would be missing from my life.”
“We started a conversation. I wanted you to go away at first, because I needed to concentrate on the painting, but you were cute in your own way…” Marie teased.
“You told me you knew you would almost certainly never see this painting again because it would go to a private collector, and for that reason you tried to memorise it so it would forever remain part of your life.”
“Then you talked with your cousin and she put a red sticker on the painting I had been falling in love with for the last half hour and which I knew I could never afford, and you looked at me and said, ‘It’s yours’.”
“After which you said…”
“‘…I can’t accept this, because I’ll never be able to pay you back’.”
“But you did, with nearly ten years of pure heavenly bliss. It is I who’s indebted to you.”
Marie grinned. “Hey, I’m not exactly a saint.”
“That, my love, is as true as can be. When I looked at that classy woman in vintage dress quietly admiring a painting, I had no idea she would be the devil incarnate in bed. But then, with you having a body like that, why would I even be surprised?”
“I still maintain my sexual passion lives in my head, my imagination, not in my tits.”
“Still, glorious they are, your tits.” Trevor stood up and reached for his wife’s hand. “Are you ready for your surprise?” He led her to the central hall of the mansion, anticipation of her joy singing in his belly.
He wasn’t disappointed, because when he removed the cloth that hid the rectangular object to reveal the painting her surprised gasp was music to his ears.
“Tamara de Lempicka… ‘Andromeda’…”
There she was, all glorious naked flesh with firm small breasts and wide hips. Daughter of King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopeia, her hands shackled while she waited for the monster Cetus to devour her because her mother had been too proud of her daughter’s beauty. Looking at the young woman’s face, Marie wondered if she had already seen Perseus and knew she was safe, or perhaps she had accepted her fate.
“How did you know?” The moment the words left Marie’s mouth she realised how superfluous they were. Of course he knew, he always did. Since the very beginning, he had never once missed the direction of her stare and whatever she desired was hers—as long as he was able to obtain it by fair and legal means. Anything, or any man, because Trevor was both rich and generous beyond what anyone could hope or wish for, especially when it came to the woman he loved.
Trevor smiled the lopsided smile his face always showed when he was pleased that he once again had done something Marie really appreciated. He was irresistible when he did that and so she kissed him. He was tall, and though she wasn’t small for a woman, she still had to stand on her toes to reach his lips with hers. She liked the idea of being protected by someone so much stronger and at the same time having that big man weak at the knees simply because she existed.
“I don’t expect anything b…”
She knew what he wanted to say and why, but she kissed him again to silence the
“Jewellery wouldn’t do anything for you and why would I spend money on something that would make you smile politely at best? For status? I have more money in the bank than I could possibly spend in several lifetimes and I want to use some of it in a way that makes the woman I love actually happy.”
“You make me happy. Just you being you.” She looked at him with earnest eyes. “I know there’s no way of proving this, because by the time you captured my heart you already had millions to spare.”
“I remember so well when I first saw you at the opening of cousin Sylvia’s first solo exhibition. You were staring at ‘Portrait of a Girl, Aged 15’ and I couldn’t keep my eyes from you. I had no idea who you were, but I knew that if you wouldn’t become my wife, something essential would be missing from my life.”
“We started a conversation. I wanted you to go away at first, because I needed to concentrate on the painting, but you were cute in your own way…” Marie teased.
“You told me you knew you would almost certainly never see this painting again because it would go to a private collector, and for that reason you tried to memorise it so it would forever remain part of your life.”
“Then you talked with your cousin and she put a red sticker on the painting I had been falling in love with for the last half hour and which I knew I could never afford, and you looked at me and said, ‘It’s yours’.”
“After which you said…”
“‘…I can’t accept this, because I’ll never be able to pay you back’.”
“But you did, with nearly ten years of pure heavenly bliss. It is I who’s indebted to you.”
Marie grinned. “Hey, I’m not exactly a saint.”
“That, my love, is as true as can be. When I looked at that classy woman in vintage dress quietly admiring a painting, I had no idea she would be the devil incarnate in bed. But then, with you having a body like that, why would I even be surprised?”
“I still maintain my sexual passion lives in my head, my imagination, not in my tits.”
“Still, glorious they are, your tits.” Trevor stood up and reached for his wife’s hand. “Are you ready for your surprise?” He led her to the central hall of the mansion, anticipation of her joy singing in his belly.
He wasn’t disappointed, because when he removed the cloth that hid the rectangular object to reveal the painting her surprised gasp was music to his ears.
“Tamara de Lempicka… ‘Andromeda’…”
There she was, all glorious naked flesh with firm small breasts and wide hips. Daughter of King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopeia, her hands shackled while she waited for the monster Cetus to devour her because her mother had been too proud of her daughter’s beauty. Looking at the young woman’s face, Marie wondered if she had already seen Perseus and knew she was safe, or perhaps she had accepted her fate.
“How did you know?” The moment the words left Marie’s mouth she realised how superfluous they were. Of course he knew, he always did. Since the very beginning, he had never once missed the direction of her stare and whatever she desired was hers—as long as he was able to obtain it by fair and legal means. Anything, or any man, because Trevor was both rich and generous beyond what anyone could hope or wish for, especially when it came to the woman he loved.
Trevor smiled the lopsided smile his face always showed when he was pleased that he once again had done something Marie really appreciated. He was irresistible when he did that and so she kissed him. He was tall, and though she wasn’t small for a woman, she still had to stand on her toes to reach his lips with hers. She liked the idea of being protected by someone so much stronger and at the same time having that big man weak at the knees simply because she existed.
“I don’t expect anything b…”
She knew what he wanted to say and why, but she kissed him again to silence the
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