Artistic Sights, Heavenly Delights by Victoria Blisse

Author:Victoria Blisse [Blisse, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 2011-03-19T22:49:34.797000+00:00

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Philip was bored and his legs ached from leaning back in such an unnatural position. He’d stood in the same place for what felt like an absolute age while Hermione fussed and faffed around with a standing lamp, then her paints and her canvas. But he enjoyed watching her and could not stop himself from feeling excited by her presence.

He wanted to get over her. It was quite obvious that she would want nothing more to do with him. He could not see a repeat of Saturday’s tumble in the grass happening any time in the future. But however much he tried to tell himself it was over, that he should just forget her, he couldn’t manage it.

She looked so good and he could remember how she felt against him, how he felt inside of her, all the little noises she made and the taste of her…He had to stop torturing himself with the memories. He couldn’t spend the whole time in her presence sporting a hard-on.

He had imagined things to go in a far more sensual direction than they had, and he felt helpless to change that. He was uncomfortable. He had always been able to make things lean in a more romantic direction with other girls. They never protested and generally encouraged him but with Hermione, he felt his hands were tied and he didn’t like it.

“Oh, hello dear,” a familiar female voice called from the doorway. “We didn’t realise you were in here, son.”

“Hello, Mum,” he replied with a weak smile. “What do you want?”

“Well, your father wanted to see that old portrait of the duke. You know, the one everyone says looks like him, but I’ll be blowed if I can remember where it resides these days.”

“Beatrice, Beatrice, what are you doing in there?” a belligerent voice shouted from the hall.

She stepped out of the room. “I’m talking to Philip and a young girl. Hold on a moment, I’ll wheel you in.” She re-entered. “Wait a moment whilst I go and get your father.”

She turned on her tiny heels and walked out again.

“Oh, wonderful, Dad’s here as well.” Philip sighed and smiled at Hermione, who looked decidedly bemused. He wasn’t surprised. Most people looked startled after meeting his mother, who wheeled his father into the room.

“Who’s that woman over there?” Philip’s dad pointed a bony finger at Hermione.

“That’s Hermione, Dad. She’s here to paint my portrait,” Philip patiently replied.

“A woman? Why didn’t you tell me? I’d have got Bertie in to paint you and do a proper job.”

“I didn’t want Bertie to paint me. I wanted Hermione to paint me. Her work is excellent.”

“Let me see,” Philip’s father snapped, and his mother pushed him over to the canvas.

“I’ve got quite a bit left to do before it’s finished,” Hermione explained. “The rain has rather hampered things today.”

“Yes, well, I suppose it’s not so bad for a woman,” he grumbled. “I still think Bertie would have done a better job. I mean, look at the setting.

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