The blaring alarm jolted Arianta from her sleep at the ungodly hour of 4:30 a.m. The work rules mandated by her new boss demanded that she be ready to work by five sharp. With a groan, she dragged herself out of bed, her eyes wearily scanning the dark room for any sign of the mysterious figure she thought she had seen peeking in earlier. The memory of Katherine's musky scent still lingered in the air, sending a thrill straight to her center. As much as she wanted to wrap her morning in excessive masterubation, the thought of someone watching the last round hindered a reprise.
Out the window, a statue sat. It seemed almost too lifelike, with its perfectly sculpted features and piercing eyes. It was as if the statue was alive, silently observing her every move. The feeling of being watched, even by a statue seemed too predatory. With no curtain coverings, there was no privacy to be had. Someone easily could have been watching her for the patio. From now on, she would be more vigilant of her surroundings, never taking her privacy for granted.
She brought her previous night's work to the table but refrained from presenting it to Katherine immediately. She wasn't sure if it was required, so she kept it close at her side. Breana handed her a glass of orange juice–a refreshing change from the usual, unpleasant detox concoctions.
As Arianta took a large gulp and savored the taste, Katherine opened the floor for a conversation with a raised brow. “It seems like your night was satisfying. Did you explore the connection between yourself and the character enough to transfer my concepts to paper?”
The words “satisfying” and “explore” seemed to carry a deeper meaning, as if Katherine had been the one watching all along. Like a reflex, Arianta's eyes flicked around the room, looking for any signs of surveillance or security cameras. She would have to thoroughly search her room when she returned to see if anything was out of the ordinary.
Swallowing down her unease, Arianta nodded. She was ready to play the same game. “It was very satisfying, thank you. And, I plan on riding the fucking bull.”
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