the truth, we could be together. If he would just open up to me, then we could deal with it and move forward.
"I can't. Not yet." Peter said, pulling his semi-hard cock from inside me.
The minute he pulled away, I knew whatever he was keeping from me was tearing him apart. I lifted my body from the couch and began straightening out my rumpled clothing. Looking up at the door, Peter was standing outside facing me. Tucking my blouse in my skirt, I asked, "Where are you going?"
"There's something I need to do. Cop is parked out front and Josh is out back. I'll be back in a few hours to take you home."
~****~
I wasn't sure what was going on with Peter. The last couple of days had been weird, to say the least. The last time I saw him was when he drove me home two days ago. His only communication with me was by cell and text. I kept thinking about what he said about Pierre. If it was true and Pierre did rape a girl, why hadn’t he made a move towards me? The only contact we had, was kissing. It just didn't make sense.
Tonight at the opening, somehow I needed to find out if what Peter said was true. I needed to confront Pierre about it, but I needed to be careful how I asked him. The last thing I wanted was to upset him.
Focusing on something else, I walked to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. Taking my coffee with me, I placed it on the bathroom counter as I filled the tub full of water. I needed to get a move on if I wanted to get to the gallery to finalize the remaining details of the opening.
Brie had already sorted out the details with the caterers. We both had worked hard to get all of the displays ready for the opening. My only hope was that the opening would bring in some avid collectors and some of the pieces could be sold.
It was approaching late morning and I needed to head out to the gallery. In order to save time, I thought it would be easier to get ready at the gallery instead of at the condo. Placing my dress in a garment bag, I grabbed it along with my needed essentials and headed to the parking garage. Just like my father promised, a shiny new Lexus was delivered yesterday. He assured me he got a good deal on it. When I offered to pay him for the car, he insisted that what I did for him in Paris with that gallery was payment enough.
Tossing my things in the back seat, I pulled out onto 5th Avenue and headed to the gallery. It was so nice being able to come and go as I pleased without having to hail a cab. Looking out my rear view mirror, I could see that Peter was following me in his Camaro. The calls I was getting had stopped, at least I hadn't received any since my dinner with Pierre.
I drove around the back of the gallery and parked the Lexus in the parking spot closest to the back door. Gathering my things, I looked around hoping to see Peter, but he was no where around. I could only assume that he must be staked out in front. Walking through the back entrance, I could hear the subtle sound of violin music playing, letting me know the musicians had arrived and were warming up. The music they were playing was very soothing, something the guests would enjoy while looking at the art. I had to hand it to Brie, for someone who didn't know that much about art, she was beginning to fit right in. It was like she had a gift for putting things together and making them perfect.
Before I headed to my office, I wanted to take one more look around. I placed my things on the reception counter and headed up the stairs. Brie was making last-minute adjustments to the lighting, making sure every angle of the paintings were captured perfectly.
"Hey," I said, watching her step off the step ladder.
"Oh, hey, Lilly. So, what do you think?" Brie asked, pointing to the lights above.
"I think they are set perfectly. I’m glad we went with the softer bulbs. They really bring out the colors," I replied, scanning the rest of the area. "So, it looks like
"I can't. Not yet." Peter said, pulling his semi-hard cock from inside me.
The minute he pulled away, I knew whatever he was keeping from me was tearing him apart. I lifted my body from the couch and began straightening out my rumpled clothing. Looking up at the door, Peter was standing outside facing me. Tucking my blouse in my skirt, I asked, "Where are you going?"
"There's something I need to do. Cop is parked out front and Josh is out back. I'll be back in a few hours to take you home."
~****~
I wasn't sure what was going on with Peter. The last couple of days had been weird, to say the least. The last time I saw him was when he drove me home two days ago. His only communication with me was by cell and text. I kept thinking about what he said about Pierre. If it was true and Pierre did rape a girl, why hadn’t he made a move towards me? The only contact we had, was kissing. It just didn't make sense.
Tonight at the opening, somehow I needed to find out if what Peter said was true. I needed to confront Pierre about it, but I needed to be careful how I asked him. The last thing I wanted was to upset him.
Focusing on something else, I walked to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. Taking my coffee with me, I placed it on the bathroom counter as I filled the tub full of water. I needed to get a move on if I wanted to get to the gallery to finalize the remaining details of the opening.
Brie had already sorted out the details with the caterers. We both had worked hard to get all of the displays ready for the opening. My only hope was that the opening would bring in some avid collectors and some of the pieces could be sold.
It was approaching late morning and I needed to head out to the gallery. In order to save time, I thought it would be easier to get ready at the gallery instead of at the condo. Placing my dress in a garment bag, I grabbed it along with my needed essentials and headed to the parking garage. Just like my father promised, a shiny new Lexus was delivered yesterday. He assured me he got a good deal on it. When I offered to pay him for the car, he insisted that what I did for him in Paris with that gallery was payment enough.
Tossing my things in the back seat, I pulled out onto 5th Avenue and headed to the gallery. It was so nice being able to come and go as I pleased without having to hail a cab. Looking out my rear view mirror, I could see that Peter was following me in his Camaro. The calls I was getting had stopped, at least I hadn't received any since my dinner with Pierre.
I drove around the back of the gallery and parked the Lexus in the parking spot closest to the back door. Gathering my things, I looked around hoping to see Peter, but he was no where around. I could only assume that he must be staked out in front. Walking through the back entrance, I could hear the subtle sound of violin music playing, letting me know the musicians had arrived and were warming up. The music they were playing was very soothing, something the guests would enjoy while looking at the art. I had to hand it to Brie, for someone who didn't know that much about art, she was beginning to fit right in. It was like she had a gift for putting things together and making them perfect.
Before I headed to my office, I wanted to take one more look around. I placed my things on the reception counter and headed up the stairs. Brie was making last-minute adjustments to the lighting, making sure every angle of the paintings were captured perfectly.
"Hey," I said, watching her step off the step ladder.
"Oh, hey, Lilly. So, what do you think?" Brie asked, pointing to the lights above.
"I think they are set perfectly. I’m glad we went with the softer bulbs. They really bring out the colors," I replied, scanning the rest of the area. "So, it looks like
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