Free Deceived - Part 1 New York by Eve Carter Page A

straining the lock, hit my
ears like a bullet out of a gun. What the
hell!
    “ Aw, man, what timing.”
Patrick only seemed mildly annoyed at the intrusion on our tryst.
It was quite obvious that he was not as bothered by the danger of
our secret escapades as I was. I had the “deer in the headlights”
look about me and Patrick just chuckled. He took my hands and
helped me to my feet then buckled up his pants.
    “ Chloe, your emotions are
so fresh,” he said softly, holding my chin in his hand.
    “ You are so hot. And, that
was literally mind blowing.” he remarked referring to my handiwork.
I smiled and felt the heat rising to my cheeks.
    “ I think we should get out
of here before they come back,” I said nervously biting my lip. I
pawed through my hair, using my hand like a makeshift comb. It had
been messed up by Patrick’s love dynamics. He noticed my
gesticulations and helped me smooth my hair with a little
chuckle.
    “ Here, let me,” he said and
sweetly caressed my hair in place and then gave me a kiss on the
nose. I straighten my skirt and realized that I needed to use the
restroom after all that champagne.
    “ Wait, where’s my purse?” I
asked looking around the room. We both turned at the same time to
look on the desk where my purse lay sprawled next to my drink
glass. “Oh my God,” I gasped. Simultaneously, our eyes caught sight
of a large smudge left on the glass desk top, a residual impression
of my butt, clearly created by the sweat of our steamy
sexcapades.
    “ Wipe it off, wipe it off.”
I begged clutching my purse to my chest and holding onto Patrick’s
arm.
    “ No, let’s leave it as a
little souvenir for Ryan,” Patrick answered with a boyish smile.
“It is clearly the nicest piece of erotic artwork I have seen
tonight.”
    Playfully punching a
clenched fist at his upper arm, I loudly objected, “Stop it now!
Let’s go find the restroom.”
    “ It’s right across the
hallway I think.” Unlocking the door, Patrick took my hand,
sheepishly peering out, to see if the coast was clear and ushered
me out to the small area at the top of the stairs.
    “ I’ll
wait for you here,” he said courteously as he opened the bathroom
door for me. I ran a comb through my hair and reapplied my lip
gloss as I laughed to myself, “ Who
knew art showings could be so much fun? Just as I was about to toss the paper towel in the trash, I
heard a soft tap on the door and flung the door wide to Patrick’s
smiling face.
    “ Beautiful as ever,” he beamed, his eyes bright and glossy. He
offered me his arm and escorted me down the stairs to the gallery
area below. When we entered the gallery again, I dipped my head
down to my chest a little, as I was sure my face would betray me.
Thankfully, most of the people had their eyes fixed on the pieces
of art and not on me, though now, ironically, after just having sex
upstairs in the office, I was one of the erotic
artworks.
    “ Before we leave I just
gotta say goodbye to Ryan,” Patrick insisted and no sooner had the
words come out of his mouth when a familiar voice resonated in my
ears.
    “ There you are, Patrick.”
Ryan’s voice chimed out. The direction of our bodies responded like
a tracking device and turning around, my eyes fixed on an edgy
looking guy standing next to Ryan.
    “ Patrick, Chloe, I have
someone I’d like you to meet. This is Vladimir. He’s the genius
behind all these amazing pieces.” Ryan went through all the
formalities as he introduced us to the artist.
    “ Pleasure to meet you
Madame,” Vladimir replied with a thick eastern European accent, as
he pressed his lips to my hand with a slight bend at the
waist.
    “ Good thing I got a chance
to wash my hands before meeting this guy!”
    Driven by the memory of our
upstairs adventure from a few minutes earlier, I struggled to
suppress the chuckle threatening to erupt inside me.
    “ Vladimir is from the Czech
Republic,” he continued. “We met last year when I was