Innuendos toward your future boss... Avery questions herself.
Chapter 4
Did I just tell my future boss I’d do whatever she wanted? When the brow above Ren’s left eye raised, Avery felt a fire building within her stomach and the sight of Ren biting her lip sent that heat straight between her legs. She shifted her stance, trying to relieve some of the building pressure within her.
As Ren sensed the uncomfortable tension, she twisted around, then walked behind the counter. “Do you have a few moments to talk about your portfolio? I had a few questions.”
When she nodded, Ren invited her back to the studio with a flick of her finger as she grabbed the folder on the way. They entered a small working studio with stacks of canvases on metal storage shelves, along with a rack mounted on a wall filled with paints, oils, and acrylics. Drips and splatter marks of paint coated the floor with dried smears, marking where someone slipped in the past. Tables contained wooden components as if she were in the middle of stretching a finished canvas into an ornate, gold-flaked frame.
In the middle of it all was a sitting area with a sofa and two chairs on either side. In front of it sat an oval coffee table, right out of The Jetsons.
Ren tossed the folder on it, then sat on the sofa, pulling the table close to her. “Have a seat.”
When she did, her body gravitated close to Ren. More than expected. Their thighs were touching as Ren spread out the photos on the coffee table. With every movement, a delicate mixture of eucalyptus and pine ensconced Avery, causing her breath to catch in her chest, not wanting to lose the closeness if she exhaled.
Ren picked up one of the black and white. “Your work is intimate. Striking. You’ve highlighted their beauty with an underlying melancholy. Beauty in sadness?”
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