Painting A Lost Heart novel Chapter 10

Suddenly, an image of a tall gentleman in a sleek Armani suit and leather pair of dress shoes flashed in my mind. I could imagine the mystery CEO parading a Porsche in downtown; his own yacht to goof around beautiful women that he could snatch, and a private jet.

Well, duh. His company manufactured aircraft parts. He must've had his own private plane, just like every other CEO on every romance novel I've ever read. Somehow, this mystery CEO started to morph into one of my possible worst nightmares.

What if he was going to use other measures to get what he wanted? The possibilities were infinite, especially with the money the CEO possessed. The thought made me cringe.

"Hey, are you okay? You're turning pale." Erin snapped me back to reality.

"I guess." I assured her and she continued on finishing her BLT sandwich.

I looked around the beach some more and spotted an old man not too far away facing the beach, a canvas in front of him. Now that I think about it, I hadn't had the chance to buy supplies for my painting. I pulled out a pen and paper and scribbled a reminder.

Painting would allow me to free my mind, even just for a little bit. The smell of acrylic paint, the sound of the bristles sweeping across the empty canvas made me swell in excitement.

I had almost forgot the reason why I came here. I needed inspiration for a new art concept. Painting nude had never crossed my mind before, but the fact that an anonymous bought my art opened a new possibility for me. Maybe if I look a model for a nude painting, I'd be able to cultivate my skills some more.

But, who?

A model who was confident enough and professional enough to pose for me. Only one person crossed my mind. I caught Erin's eyes the moment an idea hit me.

"What? Do I have mayo on my face?" Erin asked with a hint of suspicion in her voice.

I grinned at her and her face turned sour. "Stop grinning like a hyena, Em. You're creeping me out."

Even if she told me to stop, I couldn't help myself. "I need you to do me a favor."

Her suspicion only skyrocketed when I told her the word "favor". I wasn't really the type of person who asked for help- even though I was already in a pinch. Nana had always told me off that my pride would be the death of me.

"I need you to model for me..." I mouthed slowly and Erin's expression softened. "Naked."

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