The Erotic Artiste

CHAPTER 23

In the days that followed, Akeno adeptly maintained a respectful distance from Evelyn, allowing her the space and peace she needed to immerse herself in the creation of her next artistic masterpiece. Despite keeping physically apart, he made sure to send occasional texts to check in on her, ensuring their connection remained alive and well in the digital realm.

Seated in the quiet confines of his office, Akeno found himself ruminating over his feelings for Evelyn. 'I've never experienced such a strong pull towards possessing a woman like this before. The enigmatic allure she exudes baffles me, leaving me longing for more, even though we only had sex once,' he thought to himself, his thoughts drifting to the complexity of their bond.

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Meanwhile, across town, Evelyn found herself in her sacred art studio, meticulously adding the final touches to her latest creation. This particular piece was set to be presented to the organization's curators the following day, a Friday. As she searched for the perfect oil to bring her artwork to life, Akeno's words lingered in her mind, echoing his desire for their relationship to continue and evolve.

Contemplating the implications of Akeno's words, Evelyn couldn't help but wonder about his intentions. Did he really envision a future where their relationship blossomed into something more profound, perhaps even romantic? The hope that this might be the case filled her with a sense of warmth and anticipation, boosting her confidence and self-assurance.

Lost in her thoughts and in search of the elusive oil paint, Evelyn's frustration grew as she searched through her art room in vain. With no luck in finding the missing oil, she decided to turn to Imani, her trusted friend, for assistance, knowing that Imani's resourcefulness might offer a solution to her predicament.

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Meanwhile, in her bustling office, Imani was engrossed in a flurry of paperwork when Evelyn's call interrupted her workflow. Recognizing the importance of Evelyn going out of her way to contact her during work hours, Imani made sure no senior of hers was watching before she picked up the phone, ready to address whatever urgent matter was at hand.

"Eve, what's going on?" Imani greeted, her voice filled with concern and curiosity.

"Hey, Im. Do you happen to know where I left the oil for my paintings?" Evelyn inquired, her tone tinged with a hint of urgency.

Realization dawned on Imani as she recalled borrowing the oil for a quick touch-up on her bedroom walls.

"I'm so sorry, Eve. I borrowed it for a small project in my room. I think I might have left it there," she confessed, a tinge of regret evident in her voice.

Imani's distress heightened as at that same moment, she glanced out of her office window, only to be met with the unexpected sight of Andréas Galanis, the lawyer of Evelyn's boss, entering their office floor and greeting her boss who welcomed him with respect. Shocked by his sudden appearance, Imani couldn't help but share her unease with Evelyn, her words laced with concern and a hint of panic.

"Eve, I'm in trouble! Andréas Galanis just walked in, and he's now on our floor!" she exclaimed, her voice full with panic.

Amidst the chaos unfolding in Imani's office, Evelyn couldn't help but find amusement in the situation, teasing her friend gently, "I did warn you that you couldn't hide from him forever. And remember, he's your boss now," she remarked, a light chuckle accompanying her words.

"Girl, bye. The paint is in my room. I have to go."

"Okay! Good luck!"

The line went silent, leaving Imani to grapple with the unexpected presence of Mr. Galanis in her office.