Paint Job by Gail Bridges

Author:Gail Bridges
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.
Published: 2013-10-07T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

It’s a little while later and we’ve spent ourselves. We’re lying on our backs, resting. I’m holding hands with Leena and playing footsies with Randall. I ache sweetly all over. I listen to the strains of classical guitar and think, I could stay here forever.

Randall turns on his side, props his head on his hand and regards me and Leena. “You know, this thing, the three of us, it’s working really well.”

I smile. I’m too tired to talk, but I agree.

“Mmm-hmm…” murmurs Leena, “it’s just right. With you, Gabby. You’re wonderful.”

I squeeze her hand.

“You should see yourself,” says Randall, tracing a finger lightly over my stomach, following the blue edge of my new bikini. “You look so sexy.”

I want to see. I sit up and study the new painting on my body. It’s just the undercoat, I know, but it is a lovely shade of blue and I think that if I had to leave right now I would be satisfied with my new look. I run my hand over the blue skin on my breasts. It doesn’t feel any different than my un-painted skin. My nipples are blue too, which catches me by surprise, even though I remember very well the pain of having them painted. A thin line of angry red edges the blue—my skin is still irritated.

They’re watching me. Randall’s eyes are hooded. Leena licks her lips.

“It’s red,” I say.

“That’ll go away in a few hours,” Leena says. “Maybe sooner. We’ll eat, we’ll shower and when the red is gone we’ll start on the next part.”

“Speaking of which,” says Randall, getting to his knees and pulling a sketchbook off the supply table, “I have some ideas for you.” He takes out colored pencils and starts sketching. “Green. Jungle colors. Leaves and branches and vines interlaced, right? Maybe a butterfly or two? How about this?” He holds up the sketch for Leena and me to see. It’s a rough drawing of my right breast, pretty much life-sized. It’s covered with lush leaves, like a jungle in miniature. I’m enchanted. “I love it,” I breathe. “It’s even prettier than I imagined. Can you actually do that?”

“Of course we can,” says Leena, sounding irritated. “We’re artists, remember? That’s just the rough idea—it’ll be better than that.”

“Lighten up, Leena,” says Randall, patting her leg.

We’re all sitting up now. I stretch. “So, you two,” I ask, “are you a couple?”

They look at each other. “Um,” says Leena, “sometimes. Sometimes not. Mainly we work together.”

“And play together!” adds Randall.

“We bring out the best in one another.”

“I noticed,” I say, blushing.

“Leena’s really good at this, Gabby. She creates masterpieces. You’re lucky to have her. One day she’ll be famous, just wait and see.”

“You’re good too, Randall.”

We hear a quiet knock on the door to the hallway. “Dinner,” says Randall. He gets up, ties a towel around his waist and collects the food. He has it all arranged on the coffee table in front of the couch by the time Leena and I arrive in the sitting room.

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