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Chapter Ten: Art
"Don't worry, Katie, ya will get it," Connor said standing behind me at my dressing table. I smiled looking at him in the mirror.
"I hope so," I responded. "How do I look?" I stood up and pulled on a black blazer then smoothed my fitted pencil skirt.
"Ya don't have ta work if ya don't want to," he said, "Murph and I like taking care of ya."
"I'm not really the domestic type," I smiled at him, "I just want to contribute."
"Ya do," he smiled and pulled me close.
"I mean more than sex and laundry," I said stepping out of his arms.
"Ya know we get more than tha' from ya," he squeezed my shoulders. He looked down at the silver chain around my neck. "Where'd ya get this?"
"Oh, Colin…Duffy gave it to me," I responded. "He said for protection. Don't know how a pendant will keep me safe but I'm humoring him."
"He's no' even 'ere," he replied.
"You're not jealous are you?" I asked with a raised brow.
"Na," he said.
"You sure?" I ran my fingers through his sandy brown hair. "You're kind of sexy when you're jealous."
"Aye," he grazed his lips across the sensitive spot under my ear. I moaned softly then pushed him away.
"Stop being a tease," I said, "You know we don't have time to…" I was silenced by his lips on mine.
"I ca' be quick," he whispered in my ear.
"I don't want it quick," I smiled. "I've got to go. Walk me out?"
"Aye," he said. Connor hailed a cab for me and opened the door. "And Katie."
"Yes, Connor?" I responded.
"Ya look beautiful," he said. I smiled up at him as he closed the door.
…
I climbed out of my cab and looked at the door of the gallery. I silently prayed that all would go well. I opened the door and was greeted by a very pregnant woman.
"I'm here to apply for the job," I said.
"Just in time," the woman replied, "My name is Mary. I'm due in a few days. Alek will love you."
"I hope so, I've been out of work for a while," I responded.
"Have you ever been an art director?" Mary asked.
"Honestly, no," I answered.
"That's ok I didn't know much before either," she responded, "Come with me and I'll show you around." We walked around the art section. She showed me through a few of the exhibits. She explained some of the Egyptian art. I nodded and followed her through into the main exhibit.
"I love this one," I said looking up at the main piece in the center of the room. "Van Gogh's Starry Night. The stars in the sky are protecting the small town below."
"That's an interesting view point," a tall Russian said from behind me. I turned and recognized him from Smecker's photo. It was Aleksandr Uvarov.
"Hello, I'm Caitlyn Reilly," I said with a smile. "Nice to meet you."
"I've been watching you," he said, "You seem to know your way around the gallery."
"I like it here," I responded, "I'm surprised I haven't been in here before."
"Aleksandr Uvarov," he looked down at me and extended his hand, "Alek if you prefer."
"Most people call me Katie," I said and shook his hand.
"When can you start?" he asked still holding my hand.
"Anytime," I responded. I tried not to sound to eager.
"Can you be here at 8 in the morning?" he asked.
"I can," I smiled.
"Until then, прекрасное," he said as he walked me out the door.
….
I slid out of my pumps and walked through the grass in central park. It was a good way to think.
"Wouldn't expect a pretty girl like you to be alone in the park," I turned at it was him, Aleksandr Uvarov.
"Did you follow me here?" I asked.
"No, I just saw you and thought I'd say hello," he answered.
"Oh sorry, I'm new to New York," I responded.
"Are you?" he answered, "Have you seen much since you've been here?"
"You're gallery is actually the first place I've seen," I stated, "I haven't had much time for sight seeing."
"What are your plans for the rest of the day?" he asked.
"I was going to go home and brush up on my art history," I gave him a slight smile.
"I know your boss and you don't have to suck up like that," he replied. "Come I will show you some of the city."
"Ok," I said nervously. I slid back into my shoes and followed him back to his car. His driver opened the door and I climbed in the back of his car. I slid over and Alek climbed in beside me.
"You probably recognize that, it's the Chrysler Building," he pointed out my window. "It was built in 1976."
"That church is beautiful," I pointed at the building at the end of the block.
"That's the Church of the Ascension," he answered, "Stop the car." The driver pulled to a stop in front of the church.
"We can't go in can we?" I asked.
"Of course we can," he responded, "I've got some pull." He opened the door and I looked around at the pillars and pews. There was a golden glow throughout the entire sanctuary.
"The Ascension of Our Lord," I looked at the painting on the wall of Christ rising to the heavens.
"Mary said you didn't know much about art," Alek said with a smile.
"This one is easy," I replied and pointed at the title that was mounted below. We walked outside and I saw that it was already dark. "I didn't realize it was so late. I've got to get home."
"No need to go so soon," Alek said, "Have dinner with me."
"Maybe some other time," I responded, "I have to get to bed early. My new boss is a slave driver."
"I can drive you," he said.
"It's fine I'll catch a cab," I responded, "I had a great time today." I climbed in my cab and headed home.
….
"Welcome home, Katie," Connor said when I opened the door.
"Sorry I'm so late," I responded.
"It's ok, I made ya favorite," he replied. He pulled the parmesan-crusted chicken from the oven.
"It smells good, thank you," I smiled and hung my blazer on the back of the chair. I sat down.
"Murphy and Da are at McGee's," he sat beside me.
"So it's just us?" I smiled and ran my hand up his thigh.
"Aye," he lifted my hand from his lap and kissed it, "Eat first."
"Ok, if you say so," I pouted.
"How di' it go?" he asked.
"I start at 8 tomorrow morning," I answered with a smile.
"Sounds like a celebration is in order," he responded. "Ne'er knew ya liked art so much though."
"I like it more than I thought," I said, "Spent most of the afternoon looking at different buildings in the city."
"Oh so that's wha' kept ya out all day," he smiled.
"This is really good. Why haven't you cooked before?" I took the last bite of my chicken.
"Gotta keep a few surprises up my sleeve," he smiled.
"You speak Russian right?" I asked.
"Aye, ya know Ma made sure we knew it," he answered. "Why?"
"Just something my new boss said I didn't recognize," I responded, "What does прекрасное mean?"
"Who called ya that?" he asked.
"My boss said it, why? What does it mean?" I asked.
"I may have ta have a word with your boss," he stated. His face was turning red with anger.
"Connor, just tell me. If you don't I'll ask Murphy and he'll tell me," I responded.
"He called ya beautiful," he said. "I don't tink I like it."
"Oh," I replied, "I didn't know."
"I tink I should take ya to work in da morning," he stated.
"No Connor, please, don't," I responded, "I just got this job. I can't have you beating up another boss."
"I promise I won' hit him," he said.
"I don't think you'll keep that promise," I responded.
"Ya are probably right," he replied.
"Don't you trust me?" I sat in his lap.
"Aye," he conceded. I smiled and kissed his neck.
"I still think you're kind of sexy when you're jealous," I pulled at his shirt.
"Sexy huh?" he smiled and brought his lips on mine. I nodded and intensified the kiss. His hand dipped in the front of my shirt and pinched my nipple.
"Come on," I stood up and took his hand.
"Where we going?" he smiled.
"Don't want your dad to come home and we're fucking in the kitchen," I replied.
"Language," he chuckled and scooped me up in his arms then carried me into the bedroom. He gently laid me down on the bed and pushed his knee between my legs. His face was just a breath away from mine. I trembled in anticipation. I ran my hand down his neck and across his chest. I clenched his shirt in my fingers. I pulled him close and his lips devoured mine. He sat up to pull his shirt off. I followed kissing his bare chest.
My hands found his belt and tugged. I heard him moan in relief as he was freed from his constricting jeans. I dipped my hand into his pants as he pushed me to my back. He yanked my skirt down. He pulled my shirt over my head. Then pressed himself against me. I could feel him hard through my panties.
"Connor, please, I want you now," I pleaded. He smiled and kicked his jeans off. I lifted my hips and removed my panties.
"I want ya too, love," he sighed as he sank deep inside me. I looped my leg around his hip and he pressed deeper. He silenced my cries with his mouth on top of mine. I dug my nails into his arms as I climaxed around him. It was more than he could take and he peaked as well. He rolled onto his back pulling me with him. I caught my breath and listened to his heartbeat.
"That was much better that the quickie you wanted this morning, "I smiled.
"Aye, just remember Russians are always quick, "he chuckled.