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even paintings.
Two months.
An entire summer at my disposal.
As my eyes skim down the few and detailed lines of the contract, I canāt help but ask myself why? Why is he offering me a five-figure advance with another hefty sum after opening night?
Then, thereās the timeline and the limited number of hours Iāll have. Iām not someone who does well with deadlines; I like to fly by the seat of my pants and paint as the creativity hits. Iāve never done a show in this fashion with such a limited amount of time between signing the contract and delivering each piece.
Can I do this? My eyes go to the advance and itās temptingātoo lucrative to deny when most in my position donāt get the chance to show for the Astor galleries, much less have the owner personally offer the exclusivity of the top floor with its glass ceiling and their private clientele who attends these functions.
The notoriety alone gives me goose bumps. Anonymous or not, the Astor name is one of wealth and affluenceāit opens the kind of doors Iāve dreamed of in the past but never had the opportunity to walk through. He owns and oversees each of his galleries worldwide and is known to broker deals for politicians and those with obscene amounts of money looking to add an original piece from some of the greatest minds to pick up a brush.
āWhat are you thinking about?ā Theodoreās voice cuts through my mental giddiness, bringing me back to the present where all eyes are on me. Heat rises to my cheeks just as my palms begin to sweat. āWhat do you need to make this happen? Name your price.ā
āThree months,ā I blurt out instead, and he merely raises an amused brow. Clearing my throat, I will my breathing to remain calm and stray my eyes toward the paper once again. āWhat I am trying to say is that for the amount of pieces you require and all of them being new, Iāll need the extra thirty days. Thereās a concept already forming in my head, but Iām also realistic, and while excitement is a heady motivator, Iāll need more time.ā
āDone.ā At Theodoreās quick response, I snap my eyes to his and find them watching me intently. āWe arenāt due to show this exposition until mid-August so it wonāt affect us really, but we will need your help with the lighting setup. We will just use mock pieces until yours arrive...is that something you can agree to?ā My nod is his answer, and those smoldering amber eyes look toward Tero whoās taken the folder and is busy amending it by hand. āAnything else?ā
āYou do understand that I will attend opening night, but not as the artist. My nameāmy legal nameāis never to be leaked at any point, or I will sue.ā
āGabriella!ā Elise hisses out, her tone low but full of a fury I ignore. āYou canātāā
Theodoreās glare is enough to silence her rant before it begins. āIf you interrupt us again, I will ask you to leave, Miss Scott. Understood?ā
āYes.ā Low. Meek. Yet, the hold she has on her fork displays the fury simmering beneath the surface. āIt wonāt happen again.ā
āGood.ā Grabbing the papers from Tero whoās finished, Theodore places the sheet once again in my line of sight. And damn them, I almost laugh out loud at what greets me because in large and bold letters it states: Gabriella Moore will remain anonymous and will stay that way or the owner will fine himself. Stipulation is non-negotiable. āDoes that appease you? If you say yes, I will have the contract re-typed and sent over via courier to your home or your place of choosing for signature tomorrow morning.ā
āIt does.ā My poker face is strong, but inside Iām squealing like a prepubescent tween at a boy-band concert. This is really happening. āAnd you have yourself an artist for the show.ā
āI never thought otherwise.ā Removing the file from the table, he passes it back to a waiting Tero while nodding toward my plate. āNow eat. Everything else can wait until tomorrow.ā
āThank you.ā And then silence falls on the table as we eat, eyes staying on the plates even though I know Elise is pissed. Her posture is stiff, the skin around her eyes and mouth taut.
āWell, that most certainly hit the spot this morning,ā Tero says when I push my plate away, having eaten every last bite, which isnāt the norm for me. To be honest, this is the best meal Iāve had in months, and I feel great. No nausea or discomfort of any kind. Is there such a thing as birthday luck? āThank you for allowing us to eat with you this morning, Miss Moore.ā
āPlease donāt. I should be thanking you.ā
āYou should be,ā Elise says under her breath, and by the way the man beside me tenses, Theodore heard her. āNow, if thatās the end of this meeting, Iād like to steal the lucky girl away for a mani/pedi and some much-needed shopping.ā
āThen we wonāt hold you.ā Theodore stands first, extending a hand out toward Elise who eagerly shakes it, leaning toward him while slyly adjusting her topāexposing a little more skin. He doesnāt look, but Tero does and his expression is one of disgust until he notices Iām watching and schools his features. The only two men Iāve ever met that are immune to her charms. Mr. Astor pulls his hand back and then holds it out to me, waiting for me to take it and I do so after a second, letting him tug me gently to my feet.
We are close. So close that his warm breath skims across my forehead and I take a step back, creating the space needed so I donāt embarrass myself. Because this man smells good. He feels good this close, and that makes me nervous.
More than.
Taking in a deep breath, I hold it for a second and then offer him a smile. An honest one. āThank you so much for everything today. This opportunity means the world to me, and I promise to not disappoint or be difficult. If you have any questions or doubts or just need to see the progress, please donāt hesitate to call me.ā
āThe pleasure is all mine, Miss Moore.ā Theodore brings my hand to his lips and kisses the middle knuckle, lingering there for a second while his chest expands once quickly. Then, he lets go and I feel a coldness sweep across every limb and settle on my chest. The hell is that? Moreover, Iām so lost in that thought that I almost miss what he says. ā...need that phone number to contact you later today regarding the contract.ā
āYou can always call me.ā
Once more he ignores Elise, this time holding his hand out. āYour phone, please.ā
āOf course,ā I say instead of telling him a business card would be fine, handing over the device thatās almost always on silent. Especially when working. Then thereās the tiny spark I feel when our fingers touch, this sensation that crawls up my arms and to my chest, settling into a warm buzz. What is that? A question I swallow back, turning my attention to Tero for a second who has a smug look on his face. This is getting weirder by the second.
The device pings in his hand before he passes it to me. āExpect a call around nine tomorrow, Gabriella. Weāll meet where itās convenient for you.ā
āNo need to go out of your way. I can meet you tomorrow at the galleryāā
āNo more business talk on your birthday. Tomorrow, weāll agree and sign...sound good?ā
Iām nodding before heās done talking. āThank you for the opportunity.ā
āRemember what I said, Miss Moore. Pleasure is always mine.ā With that, he steps back and at once, I miss the feel of him close. And more embarrassing is the smile on his handsome face, as if he somehow knows my thoughts that are inappropriate and confusing and dangerous for my psyche. Heās a danger to my tranquility. āPlease enjoy your day in that pretty dress. The color suits you perfectly.ā
Theodore nods at Tero, who drops a few bills on the table that more than takes care of brunch, and walks away without another glance while Iām left blushing. I finger the lace edge, and thereās an urge in me to thank Elise for the dress but I donāt.
Something is telling me to remain quiet. To wait.
Neither man addresses Elise before leaving nor has she been included in any future plans, something Iām sure sheāll complain of soon enough.
Moreover, she does the moment they step through the cafeās door after coming to my side, her grip on my arm tight. āHow could you ruin this for me? After everything Iāve done for you.ā
āWhat have you done for me?ā I ask, because my mind is reeling and her reactions today donāt make sense. Yes, sheās my friend, but Iāve never asked for anything. Iāve never used her. Instead, Elise has used my name and inserted herself in my career without asking.
Pushy. Judgmental. Yet, Iāve taken her as is and never once made her feel anything less than my best friend.
āWho set this meeting up?ā Her tone is acerbic, her face pinched tight. āWho did the homework and flirted with his staff for insider informationāā
My head turns to her as I pull my arm from her grasp. āDid I ask you to?ā
āYouād never get into a place like this without my help.ā
āThatās not the answer to the question I asked, Elise.ā The table near us looks over, but I ignore the curious looks and maintain a neutral expression. āBecause we both know I didnāt. We both know Iām not a person who flaunts or likes to attract attentionāā
āCouldāve fooled me with what youāre wearing.ā Those seven words make me freeze as the blood in my veins turns ice cold. āSince when do you wear lacy dresses and show off skin? You knew who was coming and tried to show me up. How could...ā
The rush of happiness is gone sooner than it came, and Iām left repeating her words over and over again. Not because Iām upset over her accusation or the embarrassing behavior Iāll deal with later, but because the garment Iām wearingāthe lacy gift left inside my home, in my roomādidnāt come from her.