The Weird Art.

Scarlett sluggishly walked down the halls of the Grayson floor. Her hair was tied up atop her head in a ponytail. She had on a silk black turtleneck shirt, a sleeveless shirt paired with high-waist, wide-legged grey pants with black pumps.

She slowed down as she approached the art hanging on the opposite wall, the erotic art. She stopped in her tracks, the art was an oil painting of a man and a woman entangled in the sheets. Just like the first time she saw it, it struck her.

The odd familiarity of it reminded her of Paris, of her and Cameron entangled in the sheets. She sucked in a breath as she lightly traced it with her fingers. Flashes of images of him pounding her from behind, his hands wrapped firmly around her, cupping her breasts, she heaved a sigh. It was thrilling; she could hear his heart beating aloud in his chest, his hot breath fanned the crook of her neck, the sheer intimacy of it all. She felt her juices trickle in between her legs...

“What do you think of it?”

Scarle