turn my attention to the
ground, unable to see the tension in his face without guilt.
“I’m sorry. I should have
told you these would end up here. I hadn’t planned on them being here, but they
were so good I couldn’t leave them out. The one of you on my couch has gotten
the most compliments. I was offered a great deal of money for it, but I told
them it wasn’t for sale.”
“I’m not upset about that.”
“You aren’t?” Shocked, my gaze
jump to his.
“No. It’s obvious I made a
bigger impression than I thought, since you never called. Why? I’ve been going
crazy wanting to see you again. I thought maybe you just weren’t interested at
all, but your work tells a different story. What’s the deal, Darcy?”
“If you thought I wasn’t
interested, why did you come here?”
He steps so close to me that
he’s now in my personal space, and his monstrous hand cups my jaw to hold it in
place.
He ignores my questions and
says, “I want the truth this time.”
“Can we talk about this later?
I don’t want to have this conversation here in the middle of my show.”
“That’s fair, but I’m not
leaving here without you. Unless you’re married or dating someone else. Are
you?”
“No! Of course not!” I’m a
little offended he’d ask that.
He ignores my attitude and
replies, “Good. Then I’ll wait for you to finish. Go mingle. Be charming. I’ll
just look around.”
He surprises me by placing a
chaste kiss on the corner of my mouth and striding away.
Tanisha, my best friend,
scoots over as quickly as her four-inch-high heels will carry her and grabs my
arm.
“Oh my gosh! He’s the hockey
hottie from a few weeks ago? The one plastered all over the paintings. He’s
even better looking in person. Why wouldn’t you call him back? I think I felt
my panties ignite just by looking at him.”
I roll my eyes and move a
wild curl away from her mocha-colored cheek.
“Shhhh. We don’t need to
announce it,” I chastise.
“Just be cool, and I’ll tell
you everything tomorrow. He’s sticking around so I can explain why I painted
the shit out of him, but blew him off like I wasn’t interested. He has no clue
what my issues are. I need to figure out how much I’ll tell him, but for now I
need to be professional and mingle there are still people coming in the door
and at least thirty I haven’t talked with yet.”
“Good luck with that, girl. It’s
obvious he scrambled your brain. I’ve never seen you so harried or quietly
obsessed over one of your subjects. It’s kind of cute.”
“Tanisha,” I growl through
gritted teeth.
She pats my arm and says,
“Well I’m going to go help Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome over there in the grey
suit and pick out a lovely painting for his office. I met him earlier. His name
is Jaylen, and he’s an attorney with one of the big firms downtown. How do I
look?” She pats her beautiful fluffy hair.
“You’re always gorgeous, and
that dress,” I gesture from top to bottom, “over that ass… is what perked his
interest I’m sure. Go get him.” My amazing best friend sashays away to stand by
the hunk who is admiring my Lake Michigan series.
I make my rounds over the
next two hours and as the last person leaves the room, I realize Enrique is
standing with Finn having a nice laugh. The sound of glasses clinking as the
staff cleans up doesn’t drown out the the schoolgirl like giggling he’s doing
at everything the giant hockey player is saying, and I groan as I mosey over to
save them.
As I approach, Enrique grasps
my hand and holds tight, flashing his super white grin.
“Where’ve you been hiding
this one? It should’ve been obvious after helping you hang the pieces this was
not an imaginary person.” His free hand flaps excitedly right before he points
at the picture closest to us.
I crush his hand in a
shut-up-or-I’ll-shut-you-up manner.
“Owe, Mami! What’s wrong with
you?!” His heavily accented Spanish sounds whiny.
I