Mr. Davies posed Olivia on an emerald green chaise lounge. It was a sensual yet tasteful pose with her body exposed and her head laying on her arm with her hand in her hair and her other arm posed lightly on her side with her fingers resting on her hip. Her pose was almost as if she were lounging naked and bored awaiting a lover to come occupy her time.
While Mr. Davies was a professional, she couldn't help but notice the stiffness in his trousers and smiled when she thought about the reaction Alfie would have when he saw it. When Mr. Davies was done, Olivia looked at the sketch and smiled. It was exactly what she had wanted, her body was beautiful and her eyes, even in the drawing were hungry and wanting.
"Thank you, Mr. Davies." Olivia said as she handed the man a large sum of money.
He nodded as he grabbed the money and paused as Olivia refused to release the paper.
"If you ever draw me naked for another soul, my cousins will cut your hands off." She said sternly and he gulped. "And if you tell anyone I asked you to do this, I will cut your tongue out myself."
Mr. Davies nodded his understanding and left quickly.
Later that evening, Polly sat at Olivia's kitchen table drinking a cup of tea.
"So, are you going to tell me about it?" Polly asked with a humorous glint in her eye.
"About what?" Olivia asked.
"Your order."
Olivia deflated a bit and looked at her aunt with a groan. "Did he tell you?"
"Of course, he told me." Polly laughed. "Where is it?"
"I gave it back to its maker. It was horrible."
"Did you get a replacement?"
"Oh yeah, you're a real joker, aren't you?" Olivia said as she rolled her eyes and Polly laughed.
"There are plenty of men that would have sex with you." Polly pointed out. "Why not just pick one and have a fuck? You'll enjoy it a lot more than… well, if it was as big as Tommy said then perhaps you would enjoy the glass more."
"Alright!" Olivia said as she stood and took their cups to the sink. "Let's change the subject, shall we?"
Polly laughed before the two women began discussing the woman Michael had recently started fancying.
Alfie walked sleepily into his dining room and sat down. Edna, his maid, had laid out a delicious looking breakfast which he immediately dug into.
"Post is here." Edna said as she carried a small flat box into the dining room.
"Who is that from?"
"Don't know, sir. No return address."
Alfie pushed his plate back and took the box from her. When he removed the lid, a broad smile covered his face. He lifted the folded sheet of paper and opened it.
Enjoy your wank. It's the closest you'll get to fucking me and winning our bet.
Alfie chuckled as he sat the note aside and looked down at the drawing of Olivia. He mentally commended the artist. Alfie had seen her body but not all at once and the artist had put the pieces together for his mind perfectly. He slowly ran his eyes over her body, from the tips of her fingers to her enticing and lustful eyes, down to her breasts, between her legs and to the tips of her pointed toes.
Alfie shifted in his seat and looked down at his tented trousers. He refused to do as she had said in her note and he knew he technically couldn't have sex with anyone else. She was teasing him. Alfie thought for a moment before he smiled.
"Edna. Get me a frame that will fit this." He said as he lifted the box.
Edna nodded as Alfie began finishing his breakfast.
That evening, Olivia waited for her telephone to ring. She knew Alfie would have received her portrait and felt certain he would call for her. When the telephone finally rang, she was disappointed to find it wasn't Alfie, but Ollie, his assistant.
"Alfie wants you to come to Camden Town tomorrow." He said.
"Why didn't he call and ask me himself?"
"He's busy."
"Do you call all of the women he steps out with?"
"Just be there." Ollie said before he disconnected the line.
Olivia scowled at the telephone before hanging up.
Olivia was excited when she walked up to Alfie's 'bakery'. She longed to see the look on his face when he mentioned the drawing she had sent him.
"Hello, treacle." Alfie said in greeting with a kiss on the cheek. "I think today we will eat upstairs in my dining room."
"I thought we were supposed to be keeping up appearances?" Olivia pointed out.
"Tonight, I think what we need is a nice quiet dinner in." He replied as he put his hand on the small of her back and ushered her to the stairs that led to his house above the bakery.
"More late-night romancing in the field?" She said mockingly.
"Not tonight, love." He replied as he opened his door.
"Drink?" Alfie offered after he had put away her bag and his belongings.
Olivia nodded as Alfie began pouring. He gave her a glass and looked at her. Olivia felt certain this would be when he mentioned the sketch but was disappointed when he said, "I'm going to check on dinner." And walked toward the kitchen, leaving her alone.
Olivia took a sip of her whiskey and looked around his sitting room. She admired the furniture and slowly swept her eyes to look at the five photo frames on his mantle. She smiled as she looked at a photograph of Alfie during the war, surrounded by a handful of men smiling cheerfully as if they weren't about to go back into the trenches. Beside it sat a photograph of a beautiful woman with a young girl and a boy, approximately six years or so. The little boy was no doubt Alfie, leading Olivia to assume the woman was his mother.
As she moved her eyes to the next frame, she gasped.
"You like that one?" Alfie asked from the doorway. "It's new. A recent favorite."
Olivia looked at him as her face began to flush and she turned back to her framed naked body.
"It's on your mantle!"
"Yes, it is." He agreed with a nod of his head.
"It's beside the photograph of your mother!"
Alfie walked closer to her and in an attempt to calm herself, she took a drink of her whiskey.
"Yeah, well… It was on my desk in my office, but I came down this morning to two lads having a wank so…" He shrugged and Olivia sprayed him with the whiskey she had poured in her mouth.
"You're having a laugh!" She insisted.
"No. Ollie was very upset when I took it out of my office."
"Now I know you're having a laugh. Ollie hates me."
"No. Don't be silly. Your brother? Yes. Your entire family? Yes. But since he laid eyes on this," He said as he lifted the frame off the mantle. "I can honestly say, hate is not even close to what crossed his face when he saw it. I mean, look at the detail." He said as he pointed to the curls between her legs.
Olivia put her hand on the frame and pushed it down, removing it from her sight.
"Do you want to know what I thought when I saw it?" Alfie asked.
"No." Olivia replied defiantly.
Alfie growled low in her ear. "I was jealous of the artist." He said. "You laid like this for him, your body clearly wanting." Olivia attempted to stop her body from responding to the tone of his voice and the heat of his body so close to hers. "He wanted you. You can tell by the detail between your legs and on your breasts. He wanted to do all the things I would do to you if you'd just let me."
Olivia licked her lips, remembering the detail of his letters which remained in her bedside table.
His lips skimmed the side of her mouth and she reflexively tilted her head up and parted her lips. Alfie took advantage of her lapse of judgment and invaded her mouth with his tongue. Olivia was so entranced by his mouth on hers that she didn't notice him taking her glass and putting it beside the frame on the mantle.
Alfie walked them to the sofa where Olivia, without thinking, sat and Alfie followed, leaning over her. He broke away from her lips to kiss a trail to her ear.
"I want to taste you, Olivia." He said in a sultry voice, causing her to release a moan.
His hand trailed up her dress and down the bottom of her knickers.
"I can feel how bad you want me to slide my tongue inside you."
"Kiss me, Alfie." She pleaded breathlessly and Alfie obeyed.
He attacked her mouth once more and began to undo the top buttons of her dress. He slipped his hands across her chest and grabbed her breast, kneading and pinching her nipples. Another moan escaped her and he put his hand inside her slip and pulled out her breast. He turned his mouth to it and felt Olivia bow her back, pushing her nipple in his mouth.
He continued to unbutton her dress, which had buttons the entire way down, while he sucked and nipped at her chest. After her dress had been completely unbuttoned, he put his hands up her slip and ran a teasing swipe up her core to the top of her knickers, causing her hips to buck with need.
She was getting weaker each time they saw each other. The first time he had gotten her alone, she barely let him touch her, now she was practically naked on his sofa, her body begging him for more.
Deciding he wanted to take away his jealousy from the artist, he slid her slip up and over her head.
Olivia blinked and Alfie, afraid he would lose her, whispered in her ear, "Do you know what your body does to my cock, Olivia?"
Olivia whined as she sunk deeper into her own need. Alfie kissed her, his tongue playing tantalizingly with hers, as he began to slide her knickers down.
With her naked, he began to rub slow circles over her most sensitive areas, causing a gasp to escape into their kiss. Without hesitation, Alfie moved his hand to his trousers and unbuttoned them. He was more stiff and swollen than he had ever been and knew he had to make sure she was ready for him. He slid a finger inside her and she instantly began to ride his fingers.
Alfie smiled, oh, she's ready. He thought and he put his tip at her entrance. He could feel her moist lips on him when an abrupt knock beat on his door. "Alfie. You in there?"
The knock pulled Olivia from her lustful state and Alfie watched as the realization that he was about to slide into her dawned on her face. Suddenly, Olivia pushed his chest. "No!"
"Olivia," Alfie tried to reason as she scooted as far away from him on the sofa as she could. "Don't. You want this. Look at yourself. You know you do."
Another knock rang on his door and Olivia's head shot in its direction.
"Ignore the door, Olivia. Look at your body. You let me undress you. You're so fucking wet you've left a fucking puddle here on my sofa." He said pointing to the wet mark where her hips had been. "You want this, we both do. Stop trying to resist it and just let me fuck you so hard we both forget there ever was a fucking bet."