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wallowing in his fantasies about love and fulfilment. For a
man such as he had no right to wish for anything. He was lucky that Edward had
lifted him from the gutter and given him the status he now enjoyed. He would
not fail Edward. Even if it meant hurting this apparently sweet,
gentle woman. According to his patron, Anne was a wanton who had
betrayed him many years ago. She had broken Edward’s heart and made a fool of
him. Therefore, if Edward wanted to repay the hurt and humiliation, then Guy
would help him to do so, in spite of any misgivings he might harbor.
    “Anne, I think it might be best
if you take a seat on the chaise before the window. That way we can make the
most of the winter sunlight.”
    He watched as she stood and
smoothed out her skirts then followed his instructions. When she was seated, he
pulled a footstool in front of the chaise and placed his artist’s tools upon
it. Now to test Anne’s boundaries.
    “Do you mind if I just…” He
gestured at her hair which was pulled into a knot at the nape of her neck. She
followed the direction of his hands and shook her head. “Thank you.” He reached
around her and began unpinning her waves until they fell down over her
shoulders. He dropped the pins into her waiting hands and hoped that she
wouldn’t see how his own hands trembled. He ran his fingers through her hair to
check that he had removed everything, then he knelt
before Anne. Her pupils were dilated and her lips were crimson. He yearned to
lean forward and kiss her but it was not yet time. He took the pins from her
instead and put them in a bowl on a dresser by the door.
    “Now, Anne, I would like you to
recline on the chaise so that your head rests upon the arm. Could you do that
for me?”
    He approached her and helped her
to make herself comfortable, then gently took hold of her hair and let it fall
over her shoulder and down over her chest. As he laid it there, he allowed his
hand to brush against the exposed skin at her neckline. She gasped and he bit
the inside of his cheek to hide a smile. She wanted this. But not yet.
    “Is this right?” she asked as he
perched on the footstool and began to sketch her outline.
    “Perfect, Anne.” He flashed her a grin then continued his work. They sat that way for
almost an hour until he had captured her form and filled in some of the
details. Then he paused and sighed.
    “What is it?” She sat upright and
frowned at him.
    He shook his head and slammed his
graphite stick onto the paper on his lap, then he rose
and reached for the decanter and filled their glasses. He handed Anne hers then
swigged from his own, savoring the heat as it warmed his gullet. He lowered
himself back onto the stool and sighed.
    “Please, Guy. Tell me.” Anne
finished her brandy, then lowered herself to her knees and placed her hands on
his wrists. She was so close that he could smell her light floral perfume and
feel the heat from her body as it radiated over him.
    “It would not be right to ask.”
    “To ask what?” She moved closer so that her skirts fell over his feet and her stomach pressed
against his hands.
    “This sketch. It does not do you justice. I believe that it needs more detail. I need to…” He
worried his lower lip and waited.
    “You need to…see more of me,
perhaps?”
    He met her gaze and his pulse
rate increased at the desire he saw there.
    He nodded.
    “Would that please you?” she
asked.
    He allowed his eyes to rest upon
her breasts and watched as her rapid heartbeat made the soft ivory flesh quiver
enticingly. She had large, full breasts and he longed to see them without their
purple satin covering. Would her nipples be pale or dark? Small
or full round nubs that he could take into his mouth and tease with his tongue?
    “Then I would not want to hide
whatever it is you need to see to complete your art, Guy.” Anne rose to her
feet and reached for his hands. “But I will require your assistance.”
    Blood rushed to his loins and as
he