Blushing at his forwardness, I slowly sit up and lick my lips before replying.
"Your desire for me is intoxicating and causes me to want you equally in return."
I lean over and kiss him again.
He sets himself alright and begins to smooth his suit and hair. He pulls at his crotch, willing his member to settle down. Rolling the window down a little to allow the cool night air to mingle with the steamy heat of the car, the wind lightly frolics through his hair.
Viewing myself in a mirror, I fix my make-up and hair and try to smooth the wrinkles from my dress. Peering over at Mattheo, he caresses my cheek.
"Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful."
I smile at him and lean over to kiss his lips lightly. William pulls the car to a stop in front of the gallery and gets out to open the door of the car. I step out and Mattheo follows.
My dress still has a few wrinkles from our heated make-out session.I hope they aren't that noticeable.Not as noticeable as the glow on my face, anyways.
Inside, I grab a glass of wine and mingle through the crowd. Mattheo meets a business contact and turns on the charm, talking with him. I smile and take a sip of the wine, knowing he’s thinking of me while talking business.
Gazing at the different works of art, I walk through the halls of the gallery. I turn and catch Mattheo looking at me.
Now, he is a work of art that I'd gladly display.