Feminine VOLUPTUOUS [Erotic Romance]

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

One thing about being a celebrity is no waiting and top dollar gourmet cuisines. The chef always makes a special appearance, and the restaurant gets notoriety. So the best spot is a little private and personal from view until we leave. We got the paparazzi waiting outside.

The ladies quickly rush to embrace and talk as if they haven't spent the last days together. Commenting on their shoes and outfits like we went shopping instead of fucking. Between Mike's stress lines gone, and my dick weak, we're both pretty good in the handshake department.

If we start comparing nuts to nuts, I will never spoon again.

"You got something right here," I say as I point to my upper lip.

He smirks.

"I was feeling deprived and parched, Asshole!" He says as he slaps my shoulder.

"I think Vanna broke my dick again. So we spooned."

"You're used to being the little spoon."

I stare at him. My traitorous reflexes punch his shoulder. "Why am I the little spoon?"

"You can't fork!"

I flipped him off.

He's a damn smart ass!

When we take seats, the waiter rushes over, telling us about the house specials. The girls finally decide, the drinks show, and now the dinner conversation.

"Yesi, I'm telling you, Girl, he's going to request more pieces. It's a huge opportunity!" Vanna says.

"I can't do more right now. I got commissions up the ass, and another showing next month." Yesenia babbles on.

"Huge opportunity!" Vanna reminds her.

"If he's requesting them, where would these pieces be placed?" Mike asks.

"Paris. There's a museum that holds huge banquets for major elections and major events. They also run one of the most famous fashion shows every year. The Artist heard about Yesenia's art and wants it included in their show."

"Hold on...hold on...sex statues and broadcasted designer runways?" I ask.

"Of course, if Yesenia doesn't have a problem with it. The designer has plans to include their fashion pieces onto the molds. To cover up nationally to safe sexual practices. Everything will be labeled by Yesenia's standards. We know your art isn't meant to be hidden or shamed, but publicly, we have to be careful." Then she adds, "This will be very VIP. Only high-priced tickets sold, will see her true collection by having an exhibit prior to the show."

"Shit, that's smart! VIP! That's a hot list right there!"

"Exactly!" Vanna replies.

From Yesenia's face, I can tell she isn't comfortable. Mike grabs her hand, rubbing her fingers. He sees the tension in her face. How much work this will take. He knows how strongly she feels about sexuality. The flesh and the natural beauty of love or sex. Everything she represents is to gain intimate emotions. She uses her art beyond their creations.

"I can't do Paris, V."

"I know," Kitty takes a long drink, "I will be there. They want my new portfolio for the show, too. They're requesting me to take an extended leave from my gallery. They're covering my travel expenses since some of the collections will be displayed at several museums. If all goes as planned, they will be moved throughout Europe."

My shoulders tighten.

She doesn't look at me.

She had every opportunity to talk to me after we mirrored. I mean, we're going intimate, creating feelings, and that's precisely why this shit is hard.

Was I ever a factor in her decision?

At least to be honest and open.

I force a smirk, catching Mike's eyes. He shakes his head, calming me. He knows my square jaw line and crinkled eyes before the shit storm. This isn't the place and it sure isn't fucking business!

I'm a country boy at heart!

Vanna turns to look at me finally, "Everything hasn't been decided. That's why I brought it up now."

"No, you decided, you're just waiting on Yesenia." I cooly tell her.

"Phillip, leaving everything, my business and my home is a huge factor."

"And me?" I demand.

It gets quiet.

I'm not one for an argument. Frankly, I can't stand a couple bringing their shit to the table!

"You're going to be traveling a lot with Caleb soon. I don't see us having any issues with a few new relocations." She says.

"Over an eleven hour difference, plus other cities, and you consider it a little relocation." I throw back, "You know what, let's just drop it. This isn't the place."

"We will talk about this later, Phillip."

Usually, I'm calm, never letting the opposite sex get under my skin. I've had one ex-wife who I didn't love enough, and another I forced myself to love. I don't know what the fuck I'm feeling right now!

"Your right, Vanna, we will speak."