by Claire Adams
Chris wasn’t a scary guy, even if he looked like it on the outside. In reality, he was a very kind man who seemed to have a lot of demons in his past that he liked to keep protected. He always seemed to be protecting something. I did really want to get to the bottom of what he did for a living and why he was here. It seemed like there was quite the story there and I just wasn’t hearing it yet.
Chapter 23
The night before the art show I didn’t sleep much at all. My brain raced with excitement over the event and all the people that would be there. It didn’t help that I was away from my bed and staying in a hotel nearer to the show. The gallery said it might take them a couple days to make sure they had all the sales cleared before they would be able to give me back the remaining photos. I didn’t mind though, it was nice to have a little bit of an adventure and stay in the city.
I got to the gallery nice and early and walked around to see how all the photos looked. The lighting in the gallery was simply amazing and it surprised me at just how perfect my photos looked there. I was confident in the quality of my photos, but seeing them on display here made them look even better.
My heart started racing as I looked around the gallery and saw my life’s work on display. I said a silent prayer that people wouldn’t think my work was horrible. That was all I wanted. Just not horrible. They didn’t need to love it; I just couldn’t take it if everyone thought my photos were bad.
“Katelyn!”
The gallery owner Sarah waved at me enthusiastically and started to walk over.
“Hi Sarah, the showroom looks amazing. I think your display and lighten is what is going to get people interested in my work tonight.”
“Oh shut up! Your work is amazing. I bet we sell at least half of your photos.”
Wow, half of them. I couldn’t even imagine it. That would mean I had enough money to finish the whole renovation on my family’s home. I would be able to do the kitchen too and that was going to be extremely expensive.
“Wow, Sarah that would be great. Thanks so much for believing in me.”
Sarah brought me around to show me where the drinks would be set up and the flyers about my work. She showed me where the balcony was in case I needed to take a breather.
“Many artists get overwhelmed at their first show. There will be a lot of people wanting to talk to you and a lot of questions. The hardest part will be consistently keeping a smile on your face and interacting with people. Use this balcony when you want to escape for a moment. It has stairs that go all the way down to the first floor if you decide to make a run for it.” Sarah winked and laughed a bit.
“I think I’ll be alright. I’m really excited to meet everyone and talk about my work.”
I spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing in a back room and trying to get some sleep. I had been up the whole night and really didn’t want to have bags under my eyes when I met everyone at the event that night. I was able to get an hour nap in before I needed to change and get ready for the show. I brought a black cocktail dress that I thought would help me blend in with the crowd if necessary. The back was cut really low and it fit me perfectly, like a glove. I had some basic black heels on to tie the whole outfit together.
When the evening started, there were at least thirty people outside the gallery door just waiting to get in. It was exciting to see that many people interested in the event. My body was so tense that I had to have a couple drinks to calm my nerves. My pulse raced and my face was flush with excitement.
I tried to just mingle around and see what people thought of the work. Since Sarah had not introduced me yet, it was nice to be anonymous and able to blend in. I really wanted to hear their thoughts and critiques without people being obliged to give me compliments. If they knew I was the artist it was more likely that they would feel like not saying the truth.
People seemed to really like the picture I took when I fell in the woods. It was one of my favorites as well. The dark circle around the moon and the trees that covered the corners made the picture very scary looking. It was ominous and I liked that. Especially because that night had been anything but ominous, it had been fantastic.
That photo was the first night Chris and I were together and I could still feel the ecstasy of his hands on my body. My body reacted as I let my thoughts drift back to that night and the power of Chris as he brought me to orgasm.
I pulled out a phone and sent a text to Chris to see if he was going to be able to make my show. Since I really didn’t know what he did for a living or where he was, I wasn’t sure he was going to be able to come to my show. It was perfectly fine with me if he didn’t show up. I had enough on my hands as I tried to relax before Sarah introduced me to the crowd. If Chris had been there, it would have made me even more nervous.
Chapter 24
“I know you all are dying to meet the artist of these amazing pictures, so please let me introduce you to Katelyn Peterson,” Sarah said over a small microphone.
The whole gallery stopped what they were doing and looked up at the small platform that Sarah was on. I begrudgingly made my way up there to say a few words. I was not the type of person who had a lot to say on a normal day, but in front of a thousand people I really didn’t have much to say at all.
“Hello everyone, I’m so happy you can all be here to share this day with me. It has been a long road to get here and I’m very excited to be starting my journey in the world of photography. I hope you all have a great night and enjoy my work.”
As I put the microphone down the room erupted in applause. It caught me off guard. They were all clapping for me. It was hard to even fathom that all these people were there at the gallery for me. They had gotten babysitters and scheduled their whole night around coming to see my work. It was pretty dang awesome.
The second I got off the platform there were people coming up to me and asking me questions. They seemed to want to know every little detail about the work. They wanted to know where it was taken, what camera, what lens and even more personal things about myself. One man asked if I was single, another if I took dirty pictures and a few other people asked about my family life.
It was funny at first; as they would ask me a question I would ponder it for a moment and then answer. But soon I got so tired of answering the same questions over and over again. I got anxious when they asked me questions that I didn’t want to answer, like about my personal life. It was pretty amazing how people felt comfortable asking you things in a gallery setting that they wouldn’t dare ask you in any other place. I did my best to answer the appropriate questions and deflected the inappropriate ones with laughter. I would pretend to see someone waving at me, then waive back and say I needed to go.
Sarah was right; it was extremely overwhelming to have a gallery show. I had entirely underestimated the power of a thousand people trying to talk to me about a thousand different topics. I decided to take Sarah’s advice and sneak out onto the balcony.
It was a very nice balcony, about twenty feet long and six feet wide. It was on the third floor and had a set of stairs leading down to the second level and then to the main level. They had a lounge chair out on the porch and I sat down in it and put my feet up. It felt so good to take my heels off and let my feet relax.
My eyes closed for what I thought was just a quick moment, but then I woke up in a panic. I looked around and tried to get my bearings and figure out where I was at.
“I thought you would never wake up,” I heard a man’s voice say.
I jumped up and looked around. Chris came out from the dark of the other side of the balcony. He was dressed in a finely-tailored suit and looked delicious. Even in the dark he looked like a man who could get any woman in the entire gallery to go home with him. All he would have to do was flirt a little and flash them his smile, the girl would be his for the night; I was sure of it.
He moved into the light and I had to take a minute to keep a picture of him in my mind. He didn’t strike me as the kind of guy who owned
a tailored suit. But damn, it fit him so well.
“How long was I asleep? What time is it?”
“Well I don’t know when you fell asleep, but I’ve been out here for twenty minutes and found you looking like sleeping beauty in that chair.”
“It is just crazy in there. I can’t even breathe.”
I didn’t want to be the person who complained at their gallery opening. I certainly was very grateful for the opportunity. But I was genuinely about to have a panic attack and the only thing that made me feel better was being out on the balcony with Chris. He sat down in the lounge chair and motioned for me to sit with him.
“There’s no room,” I laughed.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his lap. His lips quickly moved to mine and met me with a desire that I wasn’t ready for. I could feel his hand moving up my skirt and within moments he had pulled my panties off. I wanted to stop him, but I wanted to keep feeling his touch on my body also. It was an internal struggle between my mind and my body. Eventually, my body won out.
Chris unzipped his suit pants and pulled himself out. I could see his cock throbbing in the dull light of the balcony. It pulsed with a desire to be inside me. He grabbed me and set me on top of his cock. I slid down hard and started moving diligently against his thrusts. I had so much pent up energy, I just wanted a release. I needed a release so badly. My body reacted quickly to the pleasure of Chris thrusting inside of me. I could feel my clit sliding up and down against his body and there was a buildup of desire that I couldn’t hold back. Just as I was about to cum, Chris stopped thrusting.
He held my body tightly and prevented me from moving against him. Chris pulled me off of him and I stood up near the edge of the balcony as Chris got up from the lounge chair. With a defining force, he turned me around and bent me over the edge of the balcony. As I looked down I could see, people walking on the streets. I looked around to see if there was anyone watching us but I couldn’t see anyone.
He slid into me rough and hard. I let out a moan and he reached around to muffle me with his hand. He used his grip on my mouth as leverage as he thrust harder and harder inside of me. He was enjoying making me scream and hearing my muffled voice. It felt so exhilarating to be outside on that balcony and fucking Chris. It was nothing I would have ever imagined doing and I probably would never do it again, but on that night, it seemed like the right thing to do.
I held onto the balcony as his thrusts got even deeper and harder. I couldn’t help the screams of pleasure that came out of my mouth and was happy Chris kept his hand covering me. As he delivered his final few thrusts, I felt a release of explosion and my screaming finally stopped. My whole body stopped. I could hardly move.
In my daze, I was able to find my shoes but I couldn’t find my panties. I looked all around, but it was just dark enough that I couldn’t find them. Chris went over toward the door and waited for me so we could go inside.
Chapter 25
“Shit, I should get back to the party. But I just can’t. It is so overwhelming in there. People keep asking me a million questions. I thought the worse that could happen was they wouldn’t like my work. But apparently liking my work can also be very bad.”
Chris didn’t say a thing, but just opened the door and waved me back into the gallery. He grabbed my arm and placed it on the corner of his and I held onto him as we made our way around to look at the pictures. When he got to about the fourth picture, Chris laughed.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“I have your panties in my pocket,” he said with a sly grin.
It was too late to worry about that now. I just laughed and we moved on to look at some other pictures. It was nice having him with me because people didn’t feel as obligated to come and ask me questions. He seemed mesmerized by my work and stopped to look at every single one of my photos. He didn’t ask me a bunch of questions and didn’t seem to care where I took them or with what camera. He just enjoyed them. I liked that.
Soon people did decide to come talk to me and I introduced Chris as my friend. Although I felt like we were more than friends. He did not like having to talk to people and looked just about as comfortable as I did, at least at first. But it only took him a few groups of people and he was socializing like a pro. I felt like he took on a new personality though, like he was pretending to be an outgoing guy just to make it through the evening. He certainly wasn’t outgoing when it was just the two of us; his personality seemed much more like a reserved, confident type.
I enjoyed watching him interact with people, even if it was a fake persona. He was funny and witty. There was something special about the way he interacted with people that made everyone feel at ease almost instantly. It was freaky how he turned so quickly into this person though. He was happy and joking, he sipped on wine and talked about politics, he was way different than the Chris I knew. I remember he said he did something with police or security when we talked about his job before. It made me think that his job might be why he was so easily able to adapt to meeting all these people.
He could read them, he knew how they would like to interact and Chris changed his persona to fit in. I didn’t know what he did for his job, but some sort of undercover work would be great for him. He certainly seemed able to move seamlessly into almost any environment.
Chris had his arm around my waist like he owned me and it felt great. His confidence in dealing with the crowd of people made me finally able to relax and enjoy the big night. I was so happy he had been able to come.
“Katelyn, I’m not going to have final numbers for you tonight. Are you staying in town?” Sarah said as the night started to slow down.
“Yes I will be in town.”
“Alright, how about you enjoy a day on the town tomorrow and I’ll call you with the final sales. I will need you to come in and sign some documents before you leave town though.”
“That sounds fine. I am actually booked at the Marriott for two more nights. I wanted to enjoy the city a bit before returning home.”
“Even better. Have a good night and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Sarah took off to talk to another group of people.
“Will we need to bring your pictures home tomorrow?” Chris said.
I was excited that he said we; perhaps that meant he was planning on staying the night with me. It would be fun to have a night in a fancy hotel room with him by my side.
“Oh, I’ll go ask her how many.” I was just about to take off to ask her when Chris grabbed my arm.
“No, I got it, you sit down and rest your feet.”
It was like he was reading my mind. I really couldn’t even argue with him, I quickly sat down and put my feet up on a small table. I wasn’t use to wearing heels so my feet felt like they were literally going to fall right off.
Chapter 26
“So will you be staying the night in Kansas City?” I asked Chris as we walked out of the gallery.
“Hmm, I’m not sure. I would need a hotel room and a hot shower. Do you happen to know anywhere I could find those two things?”
“I happen to have a very nice hotel room; I guess you could take a shower and sleep on the couch.” I winked at him.
I grabbed a hold of his arm and held onto him as we walked toward the Marriott hotel. It was a beautiful evening with the stars shining throughout the sky. I couldn’t have asked for a better night or a better first gallery show.
We walked into the hotel like a young couple in love. Chris was telling me something funny about a man at the party and I was giggling and laid my head on his shoulder. The moment felt so naturally and comfortable, I filed it away in my memories. My heart felt big and I really was excited to be getting to know Chris in this new environment.
As we entered the elevator, a young teenage couple also entered. The boy reached out and grabbed the hand of the girl and they both laughed. It was sweet and both Chris and I looked at each other. To be that young and innocent again would be something special for
sure. I could still remember how quickly I had fallen in love back then and how hard it was all at the same time. When you are that young, you just don’t understand what true love really is.
The young couple got out of the elevator and Chris quickly pulled me up against him and started to kiss me. I loved the taste of his tongue. It was a combination of red wine and chocolate from the hors d’oeuvres at the party. My tongue moved gently with his as his hands slid up and down my back in a slow and deliberate motion.
When the elevator stopped on our floor, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the hallway where he continued to hold me close to him and kiss me. I felt like a teenager standing in the hallway of the hotel making out. It was such a spontaneous and fun moment.
Our lips continued to explore one another and my body urged him to come closer and closer. I fumbled to find my room key while trying to keep my lips locked with his but finally had to look through my purse.
“What room?” Chris asked.
“1205,” I said as Chris grabbed the key card with one hand and me with the other.
He ran down the hallway pulling me behind him and made quick work of the lock for the door. With one fast motion, he had the door open and both of us inside the room. He started to unzip my dress and it fell to the ground. I stood there totally naked as he looked at me.
The desire in his eyes was intense and I couldn’t look away, although I felt embarrassed to be standing in front of him totally exposed.
“Do you even know how beautiful you are?”
Chris moved toward me and held my face as he kissed me gently. His burst of energy seemed to have died off and he was back to being extremely gentle and sweet. I enjoyed this sweet side of him very much. It was such a contrast to his large muscular body and tough exterior.
I reached up and took his suit jacket off and then started working on the buttons on his dress shirt. The material seemed very expensive and not like anything I could remember feeling before. The suit was definitely tailored and possibly the dress shirt as well, they all fit him perfectly.
