Falling For Mr. Spiridakou

CHAPTER 11

CASSANDRA

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Calix stopped placing tiny kisses on the length of my neck and stared at me with narrowed eyes.

We were resting on the balcony of my penthouse and I was sitting comfortably on his lap after having sex in my bed and treating him dinner in my house as promised. He wore nothing but his pants while I wore his shirt completely naked underneath.

I couldn't help but muse. It seemed that I developed a habit of wearing his clothes after having sex with him, I couldn't explain but I felt more comfortable wearing his clothes around my house instead of my clothes.

"Earth calling Cass..."

My lips curved with a smile while staring at his worried face. I titled my head to the side while playfully running my finger on his naked chest. "I still cannot believe that you are a famous photographer and that you kept that from me. It makes me wonder what other secrets you are hiding from me."

He gripped my slender wrist to stop my finger from touching his chest. I watched him lift my hand and teasingly bite my index finger between his teeth and then brush the tip of his tongue on my fingertip. I threw a disapproving look in his direction but he merely smiled like the devil. "I assure you I am not that famous. Your coworker is just exaggerating."

"But—" the words died in my mouth when he flickered a kiss on my lips that made my brain stop functioning. "What's wrong with you?! I am trying to say something don't interrupt me with your kisses, all right?"

"Nope," he replied mischievously stealing another kiss from my defenseless mouth. "I am having a good time kissing this lovely mouth of yours. I am getting addicted to kissing you like this."

I puckered my lips at him. "Is that even possible? How can you be addicted to kissing someone? I think that's very unlikely from a man like you."

He threw a scowl in my direction pretending to be offended. "I know you don't have a high opinion about me but don't you think that's rather a little harsh, agape mou?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and grinned. "If I'll ask you a favor will you grant it?"

His eyes narrowed in my direction a distrustful look on my face. "It depends on what kind of favor you're going to ask."

I gave him a bright smile, ignoring how his hands started to make their way to the sensitive part of my stomach. "If I ask you to do an exhibit in our art gallery will you say yes?"

He threw his head backward and let out a loud groan. "I'm sorry but I don't do exhibits with my works, Cass. I told you it was just a hobby and I don't have plans on displaying works to the public."

"Can you make an exception for me? Pretty please?" I told him earnestly. I wanted to work with him and make this exhibit possible and I was sure that this would be successful. He could earn a lot of money by selling his works.

He glanced at me with an exasperated look. "Why are you so eager to urge me to do an exhibit in your gallery knowing there are a lot of more talented people who were suitable for your offer?"

I couldn't help but feel sad about his refusal but I didn't wish to press this issue with him more. I respect his decision. I just wished to oversee his first-ever exhibit how cool was that?

"Tell me," he prodded, seeing my gloomy expression. "What do you get from this if—mind you—if, only, I am not saying that I would agree with this?"

I giggled staring deep into his beautiful blue eyes. I didn't mind staring at those eyes for endless hours. "I think Mr. Braizen will be happy if I manage to get you in the agreement of having your works displayed in our art gallery."