Chapter 3: A Hell Of A Kiss

SAM'S POV

I must say my attraction for dominant males most definitely had to be a punishment, a curse I had from the moon goddess.

I had barely seen this man before having an illict image of how he was or rather he could be at the back of my mind.

I knew his type of man right from the moment that I stepped into his home, it was this type that would not fail to intimidate a woman with every bit of wealth they had, the fifty shades of gray type.

The artworks, his fleets of cars, the furniture–every single thing about the house oozed from his manly dominance and It carried in it the signature of his wealth in them without having to say much.

I had several billionaire bad body look already at the back of my mind for what he might look like– Muscular, covered with ink, tall…

I heard his deep voice behind my shoulders. My heart seized even before turning, I could feel the nerves racing within my bloodstream at the speed of light as I fluttered my eyelids.

Yeah, he did have the billionaire bad boy look in and had been painting mentally but a softer version of it.

An awkward silence hovered persistently in the already power charged room, he stretched forth his hands toward mind for a brief handshake and as our hands touched I could feel the energy in us gave way to an electrifying charge I tried so hard to resist.

It was a spark of energy that raced through my entire body till my heart beat swayed at the same pace with my racing heart.

I wondered if my heart wouldn't have gone out if it wasn't caged under my ribs.

Soon we were heading to his room, I would have preferred any other place than his room with the way I was feeling so sexually stimulated about him, all he needed was just one touch.

Having to draw him right in his bedroom was enough temptation and it would take alot not to kill off any bit of professionalism or work ethic I had left in me.

We walked through the hallway that had just a few guards. I guessed it had to be one of his apartments as everything looked like he rarely visited.

As if he could read my mind or perhaps my thoughts were so transparent for him to read, Leo announced to me that the building was one of those he had in the city.

His room was simply mind blowing, a massive bed befitting of a king, mahogany furniture and a balcony that opened right into the heart of the city.

The room still had a stench of alcohol in it that made me guess that I must have been drinking before coming to receive me.

I walked toward his balcony still admiring the blending of nature with urbanization– creating a whole new set of human coexistence.

"What do you care for ?" He asked me to walk close to where I was.

Normally I would have turned down the offer of alcohol from any other client but it seemed as though this very one had found favor in the sight of both my heart and everything in me that still had passion written over it.

"Well I want something light enough for me to work."

I could feel his gaze on me burning me right to the bones.

"Very well I would get to what you want."

I turned back to look at the vast urbanization right before my very eyes and turned to see him walking back with two drinks.

"That is my special treat. Tell me what you think."

I closed my eyes and savored the strawberry taste of the alcohol. I wondered how he had figured out that my favorite flavors were too transparent?

I asked myself again as I gulped down another mouthful of strawberry– liqueur.

It took a while to finish the drink by then the sun was right where I wanted it to be and had cast its shadow in the room in a way that would be cold for my shading.

"Can we start this now ?" I asked turning to find a suitable position in the room.

"Alright let me get changed." Leo said before walking to what appeared to be his bathroom.

When he got out of the bathroom I was setting up everything I needed for creating the perfect painting of him, I picked my colors and charcoal pencil according to the texture I could see around the room.

Leo cleared his throat alerting me that he was back and ready, I knew this already but was dreading this moment.

"Get undressed and strike a comfortable position."

It felt funny saying that when I had not even looked up at him since he got back.

I heard the robe, towel or whatever had been covering his nakedness fall to the ground and when I raised my eyes to look at him I lost every last senses of professionalism

He was like a god of all sexual fantasies.

I closed my eyes as I tried to push off the thoughts bi was having in my head and started drawing, his most made it harder for me to concentrate as he took the pose of "a thinking man."

I picked up the contours of my drawing and shaded away and for the first time in a long while I was happy I had taken the alcohol as it helped me concentrate better.

After a long time of drawing, blending and shading…I announced to him that he could move away as I was only left with blending the last bit.

He walked closer to where I was after putting on his robe and crouched himself down behind my shoulders to see what I had been drawing.

I could feel the air from my nostrils as they fell upon my neck like a warm passionate tamed fire.

"I am done ." I barely muttered as I fidgeted and fumbled with my words.

I could feel his breath become shket and rasp and then I did what felt mostly natural at that point in time, I turned my head to kiss him.

I kissed this beautiful stranger, I hardly knew anything about it and it was a hell of a kiss.