His Model Student: A Student-Teacher Romance

37. Interruption

[RECAP: Sera finally slept with her sexy art teacher Mr Marek, staying over at his house...]

The doorbell rang and there was a loud knocking. Mr Marek swore.

Sera had a cold feeling it was Victoria again. "Shouldn't you get it?"

It was around ten o'clock on Sunday morning and she was freshly showered, wrapped in a robe, having tea and toast that Mr Marek had made her. He had been as good as his word the previous night, treating her with nothing but tenderness. Wrapping his arms around her while he slept next to her, cradling her against him.

She felt cherished. She had been worried it was a one off but he really seemed to want her there, and to see her again. "Now you've got a toothbrush here, there won't be a problem next time," he had said.

Sera felt annoyed that their morning peace had been broken. They had woken together, showered together and fooled around. She gloried in every moment with him. The water cascading off his perfect body, his lips on hers as it ran down over them and between them.

She had rung Lois the previous evening and Lois had been only too happy to cover for her once she had got over her shock. "Don't worry," she had said as Sera thanked her. "You now owe me a blow by blow account - literally, if that's what you two have been getting up to - and I will be calling in that debt."

But how could Sera relate most of it? It felt too personal, too uncertain. She didn't want to jinx things by implying they were more established than they were. She knew Mr Marek - Tarq, she must remember to start thinking of him by his first name - wanted to see her again, but it wasn't like there was anything official.

And now here was Victoria, to doubtless cause all sorts of trouble.

Sera braced herself as Mr Marek went to the door.

To her surprise and relief it wasn't Victoria who followed him back into the room. It was Lionel, the rather sexy blond man she had met a few weeks back.

He broke into a broad smile when he saw her there. "Well, well. Just what I'd like to find in my living room on a lazy Sunday morning, wrapped in a robe. Or is this a new pose? 'Seductress with toast'."

Lionel was joking but Sera saw Mr Marek bristle. Something in her was delighted by his reaction, and it inspired her to provoke more of the same.

"Would you like some tea?" she offered, putting on a playful smile to try and wind up her art teacher.

"I'd like something considerably stronger than tea. As well as something considerably sweeter," Lionel said, giving Sera a wink. He went over to the drinks cabinet and brought out a decanter. "You'll join me?"

The invitation was directed at Mr Marek who declined. "Not at this hour. And nor should you."

Lionel raised a hand in a nonchalant gesture, then pushed back his dark blond hair. "Enough lectures. I've just driven God knows how many miles to get here, and I need a drink." He poured himself one, Sera wasn't sure what it was.

"Exactly how many miles?" Mr Marek was not smiling.

Lionel laughed. "You always see straight through everything, don't you, Tarq? If you must know I was vaguely in the neighbourhood. Business and pleasure. So I thought I'd drop by on my way back to London for a bit more business. I didn't expect to find pleasure as well," he said, giving Sera an outrageously suggestive grin.

"You'll find neither here."

The ice in Mr Marek's tone failed to deter Lionel. "Come now. I know you're painting again because I can smell the turps. Unless you've started drinking that in despair?" This won him a glare from the art teacher. "You must have finished something by now. Show me."

Mr Marek was silent for a moment, clearly weighting up his response. To Sera's surprise he suddenly conceded. "Okay. But it's a one-off."

He led Lionel through to the conservatory-studio, indicating for Sera to follow. She had never yet seen his painting of her, for various reasons. The main reason was that he had never offered and she had been too shy to ask, not knowing what the protocol was between artist and model. Some artists were reluctant for people to see incomplete works.

And once it had been completed, well... Sera shivered, reliving Mr Marek's approach to the couch. What with that and everything else, there hadn't been time to even think of viewing the painting.

Now her other hesitations flooded back. The biggest now was that it would be mortifying to see what she looked like naked, in his eyes. From her own experience of portraiture she knew how different the final result could be, compared to a photo or a mirror.

Unable to decline the viewing she followed the two men to the easel. It was covered, presumably to keep dust off while the oils took their slow time to dry.

Mr Marek unveiled it.

And there, lying before them naked, was Sera.

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