Dirty Neighbor(11)
Climbing into her car, she drove home in order to change out of her clothes. She always cleaned them regardless of where she’d been. Putting the messy clothes into a wash basket, she placed the white suit into the washing machine.
She decided on a summer dress and a cardigan, along with a set of pumps. Elisha had never been one to wear shoes. Deciding against makeup, she made her way back out to her car just as Sean was making his way toward his own front door.
Sean whistled after she gave him a wave. “Looking good, little neighbor.”
“I’m just on my way to see your brother. Do you think it’ll be okay for me to go and see him?”
“He’s waiting for you. He’ll love it.” Sean leaned against the fence.
Not know what else to say to him, she gave him a smile, and started toward the car.
“You don’t know anything about Brant, do you?” Sean asked.
Glancing behind her, she gave him a smile. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“What Brant is? What he does for a living?”
“I thought he owned a studio where he showcases all of the artwork that he buys.”
“Yeah, something like that. Catch ya later, neighbor.”
“Bye, Sean.”
Confused by Brant’s brother, she didn’t let it stop her from heading toward Brant’s studio. She actually looked forward to seeing him again.
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“She doesn’t have a clue you’re an artist,” Sean said.
Brant held the cell phone up to his ear, listening to his brother. “I don’t want her to know just yet.”
“You know chicks dig a guy who draws shit, right?”
“Aw, is my little brother jealous about the pussy I get?”
“If you’re talking about the likes of Kasey, you’ve got no chance. She doesn’t turn me on. She’s got claws that makes my dick want to die, not get all happy and excited.”
He couldn’t complain with Sean’s judgment of Kasey. Brant agreed with him. The problem was, he liked easy pussy, and Kasey had been incredibly easy. However, he was starting to have a yearning for a certain raven haired neighbor, who liked to clean.
Damn, he was screwed.
“So, are you going to try and seduce our sexy little neighbor?”
Speaking of their neighbor, Elisha chose that moment to walk through the door.
“Got to go.” He hung up the phone without saying goodbye, and smiled over at Elisha. “Welcome to my palace.”
She smiled the moment she saw him. “Brant, hi. I’m not intruding, am I?”
“Nah, the shop is empty.” Sean had been watching it for most of the morning, and at lunchtime, Brant had sent him home. Elisha had said that she’d come in the afternoon. During the morning, he’d been working on a special project. Now, he was the one handling his shop. Sean had told him that they had sold three pieces this morning. One online, and two more through the physical shop. Danny had also gotten in touch about being ready in a month for a new display of work, at a new venue.
Brant never liked doing venues with other artists, but it was always good for business.
She closed the door, and started looking around. “This is amazing.” She moved past him toward a wintery scene. He’d been in Canada the year before in a log cabin during a snowfall, and he’d used the opportunity for drawing inspiration. Brant liked her reaction to his work.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“This work is very, very good. I’ve always avoided art to be honest as it always seemed a load of crap. I tend to like stuff that is printed, and sold in every single shop. It’s not pretentious.”
“Do you think this is pretentious?”
“No. I don’t.” She moved onto a beach scene. He’d been sitting at the edge, watching the tide roll in. Brant would do rough sketches, and then get back to his own place, and recreate the art. “I feel warmth when I look at each picture.”
“What do you mean?”
“The paintings or drawings, whatever they’re called, are not, erm, they’re not copied, if that makes sense. There’s warmth and energy in what he’s created. I love it. So much care, and love, and I can’t help but smile when I look at it.” She reached out as if to touch the painting then stopped.
He followed her around the room, watching her reaction to some of the work. Brant also had a special, X-rated section.
“I want to show you something else.” He made her wait at a door before heading back to the front of the shop. Locking the door, he found Elisha where he left her.
“What do you want to show me?” she asked.
“Are you easily offended?”
“I don’t know.”