50 Shades Of Claire Bear (Andrew's POV)

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Draw...her?

The only thing I think of when she says this is the scene between Jack and Rose in Titanic, where she reveals herself wearing only the expensive "heart of the ocean" necklace her abusive fiance gave her. Wow—I know too much about that movie.

I won't lie and say I haven't drawn Claire before—many times, actually. But I worked hard to make sure those drawings were hidden and would never be found. This would be the first picture that she'll pose for me, though.

If she wants to do the Titanic scene, I'm all for it. I just can't promise how much drawing will actually get done with her naked body in front of me. I only have so much self-control, and it dwindles a little more each day.

"Okay," I agree, stroking her cheek.

She rests patiently on my bed while I gather my sketchpad and my favorite pencil. This has to be my best work. I pull my chair out from my desk and set it just a few feet away from where she lays on my bed. God.

"Awe, this is like the scene in Titanic!" she says. Good, we're on the same page. "Except I'm not naked and no, I'm not going to get naked."

Fuckity, fuck. So close.

"Damn it," I say, but realize her expectations are too high. I'm not as talented as Leonardo DiCaprio pretends to be. "Do not compare this drawing to the one on Titanic, Claire bear."

She'll be severely disappointed.

"How do you want me to lay?"

You could lie on my lap while we explore each other's bodies.

"Like the model you are. You know, a hand on your hip, acting like you own the world."

She copies my instructions. "Like this?"

God, she's so sexy. But that position is awkward to draw. "Actually, I've changed my mind. Don't do that. Why don't you lie on your stomach, fold your arms in front of you and rest your head on your arms? I think I'll draw you better that way."

She does as I say and rests her feet up against my wall. Even with her arms in front of her, I get a glimpse of some cleavage. Jesus Christ.

"Like this?" she asks again, her eyes sparkling.

I momentarily drop the pencil, hearing it fall to the floor. "God, Claire bear. You're so beautiful."

She ducks her head, trying to hide her blush. "You really think so?"

"Definitely," I say with no hesitation.

"Am I a good model?"

"Oh, yeah," I say, winking at her. My nitpicking gets the best of me and I get up from the chair. "Wait a second, don't move at all."

She giggles as I push her hair behind her ears. "What are you doing?"

"You're hair is in your eyes. I can't draw you if I can't see both of your eyes." And see your beautiful face.

She holds up her finger. "Wait, I have an idea." She drags her purse over to the bed and retrieves a Bobby pin. "This will keep them out of my eyes."

"Perfect," I say. I slowly kiss her again.

Before I start what I hope is a masterpiece, I quietly turn on music to drown out the rough sounds the pencil makes against my sketchpad.

After a few minutes of silence, Claire speaks up. "Andrew?"