Skin Deep (The Prescotts Book 8) by Tara Wyatt

Author:Tara Wyatt [Wyatt, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tara Wyatt
Published: 2022-12-06T18:30:00+00:00

9

Violet stepped inside Eunice’s front door, the suited butler bowing silently to her as she entered. She set her portfolio containing Hudson’s sketch down on the bench and then shrugged out of her jacket. The butler took it with a small nod and then gestured to the stairs. “She’s in the portrait room, Miss MacAllister.”

“Thanks,” she said, picking up her portfolio and heading up the stairs, hoping she didn’t get lost. But as she mounted the stairs, she could hear lively jazz music coming from the direction of the portrait room, and she followed it until she reached the door, which was ajar. She pushed it open and smiled at the sight of Eunice. She was sitting on the sofa, back against the armrest, legs crossed at the ankles in front of her, thumbing through the latest issue of Vogue. Her white hair was styled so that it stood nearly straight up, and she was wearing what Violet already thought of as her trademark glasses and red lipstick. Today she was wearing a brightly colored muumuu with marabou cuffs, two inches worth of silver bangles on each wrist, and a necklace made out of enormous spheres of turquoise.

“Ah, Violet,” she said, looking up from her magazine. She tossed it onto the coffee table and then swung her legs over the side of the sofa.

“No, no, you don’t need to get up,” she said, stepping further into the room.

Eunice waved her away. “Please. If I don’t move these old bones around, I get stiff. It’s good for me.” She gestured towards Violet. “Is that the sketch?”

Violet nodded, suddenly feeling nervous. Nervous and…a little possessive. She didn’t want to share Hudson with Eunice, even though that was the entire reason she was there.

“It’s just a preliminary, so if you don’t like it, we can try something else.”

Eunice held out her hand and Violet let her take the portfolio, and then she immediately paced to the window, looking out onto Central Park. Her skin felt overly sensitive as she shifted from foot to food, waiting for Eunice to say something. For several moments, Eunice didn’t speak, and with each passing second, the possessive jealousy burning in Violet’s stomach only gathered strength.

“Well,” said Eunice after what felt like an eternity. Violet forced herself to turn back from the window. “First of all, he’s perfect. Absolutely stunning. And that cock! My word. He’d split a woman in two with that thing.”

Violet’s stomach hardened to stone, and she forced a neutral, polite smile to her lips.

“Your sense of space and composition are excellent.”

“I feel like there’s a but coming.”

Eunice tilted her head, studying the sketch. “I’m not enamored with the pose. It’s too casual. I want something more…raw. Primal. Not necessarily sexy, but sexual.”

“I see. Did you have something specific in mind?”

Eunice pursed her lips. “No. I’ll leave that to the two of you to work out. But I do think we’re headed in the right direction, and as a show of good faith, I’ve got a little something for you.

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