Exposure by Ember Dante

Author:Ember Dante [Dante, Ember]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781733977302
Published: 2019-08-14T16:00:00+00:00

14

Emmy

Everything was a blur once we arrived at the gallery. The exhibit didn’t open until eight, but a surprising number of guests were already in attendance. I usually had a great memory for names and faces, but the preliminary introductions were just too much. Most of the heavy hitters in Dallas society were there, the ones who kept galleries like Zone V in business, and as much as Ian fussed about all the glad-handing, it wasn’t long before he had them eating out of the palm of his hand.

I tried to remain engaged and pay attention, but found my eyes wandering around the room, trying to get a look at his work. I finally excused myself, citing a need to powder my nose, so I could dawdle on the way back and look around. I could feel Ian’s eyes on me as I walked away, and that knowledge added a little more sway to my hips.

The trip to the ladies room was a good opportunity to give my appearance another check, but I still didn’t recognize the girl staring back at me. I indulged myself by taking the day off and having a spa day in preparation for the evening being buffed, polished, painted, coiffed, and sprayed to perfection. Yes, I looked great, but it just wasn’t me. I liked nice things and looking nice, but I would never consider myself a “glamazon.” However, the process was worth it because Ian couldn’t take his eyes off of me from the time he’d picked me up until we got to the gallery. Even then, with his attention diverted to the other guests, I caught him staring several times, and he always found a way to touch me in some manner, usually his hand on my hip or lower back, or a slight brush of his fingertips down my arm. Each gesture let me know that although he was speaking to someone else, he was still thinking about me—and that is the way every woman wants her man to make her feel.

Grabbing a glass of wine from a passing server, I opted for a circuitous route back to Ian so I could see as much as possible. I thought the photographs hanging in his studio were good, but the ones on display were breathtaking. I wasn’t sure exactly what to expect, even knowing what little I did about his work, but the man’s creativity was boundless. There were several pieces that, at first glance, appeared to be intricately draped fabric. It took several moments before I realized they were actually female torsos, and the images were cropped in such a way to give the initial impression of fabric. Stunning.

Moving on, I noticed several women dressed in latex or leather, some bound or blindfolded, yet the poses still tastefully executed. None of the images I studied were overtly sexual but were designed to leave the viewer wanting more. A familiar heat washed over me and I pressed my thighs together to stave off the dull throb of desire.

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