She obliged, taking another burning sip.
“Do you have more like these?” he asked, pointing to her sketch book.
“Yes.”
He smiled, leaning back on the futon again, his gaze moving over her, assessing. “Are you as prolific an artist as you are a reader?”
“I am,” she admitted, flushing, whether from embarrassment or the heat of the alcohol, she wasn’t sure.
“Come here, bella.” He waved his arm, pulling her closer when she got in range, the smell of cognac on his breath as he nuzzled her ear. “How would you like to work for me?”
She froze. “Is that a serious offer?”
“Very serious.” The fact that his hand was moving over her breast through her blouse didn’t lend much credence to the seriousness of his proposal, but somehow she believed him anyway. “Kaiser says you are…very willing.”
She remembered her promise. Whatever it takes. But she had probed every aspect of his business possible and had uncovered nothing tonight. Maybe there was no secret, nothing Carvel was hiding. Was it a test, perhaps? Kaiser testing her willingness?
“I am,” she agreed, determined to pass if it was a test after all as Carvel pressed her firmly down to her knees between his Dolce and Gabbana trousered thighs. He unzipped himself, but she took his slowly hardening member in her hand, his half-lidded gaze never leaving her.
When she took him into her mouth, he groaned, his hand moving in her hair, pressing her down until she was taking all of him—not an inconsiderable feat. The old guy hadn’t just been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he also hadn’t been at all short-changed in either the width or girth department.
“Ahhh bella, what a find you are!” he murmured as she tongued the tip of his cock, hoping Kaiser had really meant for her to do this. “Has Kaiser seen these?”
Heidi shook her head, moving his cock delightfully from side to side as she did, making him arch with pleasure.
“No?” He laughed, taking his cock in hand—there was plenty of it below Heidi’s mouth to grab onto—and stroking it against her lips. “He is such a fool. Blind.”
She continued to lick and suck at the head as he jerked himself off, his breath coming faster. What a relief, she thought, if he came like this, and she didn’t have to do anything else to prove her loyalty… But Carvel moved to yank her blouse open, her bra down, exposing her breasts to his view. He fondled them both at turns as she sucked him, squeezing and pulling at her nipples.
“Ahhh bella, that’s good!” he groaned as she found a faster rhythm, stroking and sucking together, feeling his balls tighten in her other hand. “Oh god, what a triumph that would be,” he murmured, closing his eyes and thrusting deep into her throat, making her fight her gag reflex. “Stealing two of Kaiser’s prize treasures…”
“Two?” Heidi managed to gasp out before taking him into her mouth again, working hard as he rolled his hips and drove them upward.
“You…ahhhhhh…” He grimaced as the first wave of his cum pulsed like white heat into her waiting mouth. “You and ahhhhhhhhh-ahhhhh Andreaaaaaaaaaahhhh…”
Heidi swallowed him obediently, her tongue working the head of his cock, making sure not a bit of his cum dribbled onto his trousers. When the last shuddering drop was milked from his cock, she tucked him neatly back in and zipped him up. He looked down at her, spent, smiling a contented smile. She wondered if he’d even realized what he said.
“Andrea’s premiere is in Paris with Kaiser,” she murmured, moving to sit beside him on the futon.
He glanced at her, still smiling that lazy smile. “She may premiere with Kaiser, but she’s already signed with me. For double the price.”
Oh my god. Heidi stared at him. Clearly his confession hadn’t been an accident. Why was he telling her this?
“Double?” she choked out. She knew how much Kaiser was paying Andrea for her designs—my designs.
“I want you.” Carvel’s eyes brightened as he grabbed her, pulling her close and kissing her hard. Heidi fought an urge to pull away. “I will double anything he’s offered.”
She shook her head. “But he hasn’t…”
“He will,” he insisted, his eyes hardening as he fondled her breast, slipping another hand down to cup her pussy. She was wearing panties tonight, of course. “But you will already be mine. Yes? Yes…”
It wasn’t even a question—he was sure he could buy her. Can he? Heidi straightened herself out as he released her and stood, drinking the last of his cognac and setting the glass back down on the table.