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“Yes, it’s where I met Zara.”
“Did you study art?”
I can’t help but laugh at his question as I dip my brush into my jar of water.
“What’s so funny?”
“My father would never let me study art.” I shake my head. “He thought it was a nice hobby to keep me out of trouble, but when it came to picking my major, I had to study marketing and advertising so I could go into the ‘family business’.”
I give Alexei a knowing smile, and he nods.
“It’s a shame you weren’t encouraged to pursue your art when it’s clear you have a talent for it.”
I shrug. “I gave up on my dream of ever pursuing a career in art a very long time ago. I was always destined to work for my father, being his only child and all.”
Alexei is quiet for a moment, watching me as I start to add some shading to his abdominals.
My cheeks warm as he leans in close, his thigh brushing against me as he regards my work.
“It’s so detailed.” He glances at me.
I ignore his gaze, focusing instead on mixing the perfect shade of pink to add some dimension to his skin tone.
“You paid very close attention.”
“Stop being crude.”
Alexei laughs, and I can’t fight that smile that pulls at my lips.
It’s nice how easy we’ve become in each other’s company over the last few weeks. Though I suppose when you’re stuck in a house with no one else to talk to, you’re likely to form some sort of relationship.
And the mind-blowing sex is also an added bonus that I wasn’t expecting from this arrangement.
Alexei looks at the painting again. “Have you considered taking an art class at a local college in the evening?”
“Not really. My dad worked me very hard so I never had a lot of free time.” I frown at my use of past tense.
It feels as if I’m talking about someone else’s life rather than my own. A life that no longer exists to me.
“Hmm…”
I frown as Alexei gets to his feet and pulls his cell out of his back pocket and starts tapping away.
“What are you doing?”
He ignores my question as he continues to scroll on his phone, his eyes narrowed as they dart back and forth across the screen.
“Alexei?”
“They have an art class at Queen’s college twice a week in the evening.”
“So?”
Alexei looks up at me and nods his chin in the direction of his painting.
“So, I think you should nurture this talent, Bianca.”
“You want me to go to an art class?”
