Chapter 5. Dead Husband

It's like art class all over again. Wait...this is an art class.

It was an art class with tattooed handsome goodness standing in front.

Well, this I can live with.

I started to paint. Sketching my outlines slowly and then fast, with strong strokes keeping my sketch composition proportional.

I could feel him behind me, saying nothing. His warmth hovers on top of me. I closed my eyes for a moment then sighed. He lowered himself, put his tattooed palm on my shoulder and his lips lingered beside my ear.

"Beautiful, nice strong strokes, powerful arch, keep it up, Nicolette." He left me abruptly, his deep voice made me sigh.

Deep breath woman! You can do this! Just paint the fucking fruits!

You can fuck the tattooed handsome goodness later on!

Wait what??

"Nicolette honey, would you please come with me," Laura called me out of my thoughts.

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