piece off the warm soft lightly salted pretzel and dipped it in the rich and creamy beer cheese. He took a bite and he actually rolled his eyes. “This is amazing?” He immediately took another bite.
Getting back to the topic of discussion he sipped his drink continued their conversation. “What do you mean is there a code in it or something? Do you know the artist?”
“How are you at keeping secrets?” She looked at him and licked her lips nervously waiting for his reply.
“I can keep a secret better than anyone.” He folded his arms on the table and leaned closer, intrigued.
“Well if you look you can actually see the artist’s name. Well sort of its initials.” She grabbed a napkin and a pen from her purse. He watched as she drew the symbol from the artwork then dissected it into three separate pieces that were a J.H.F and showed it to him.
“You see here it is. This here is a J and the middle design is an H and this last one here is an F. Jennifer Heather Flynn.” She bit her bottom lip nervously she waited to see if what she just showed him sinks in. She saw the minute he understood and looked at her, the shock showed in his beautiful blue eyes.
“You mean to tell me that for the last 4 months I have had the best new artist in New York cleaning my apartment. Why keep it a secret Jenna you have an amazing talent you should let the world know it’s you. You deserve the recognition.” Putting down the pretzel he was eating he reached across the table an d cupped her cheek in his hand. “Are you afraid? Is that the reason you won’t share your identity with everyone?”
She nodded and savored the feel of his strong hand on her skin. “I don’t think I would be able to handle being known and having to do all of the things that artists are supposed to do. You know going to galleries and meeting people and just being out in the public eye.”
“That’s ok; you don’t ever have to do anything you don’t want to. I was just wondering. My god you have got such talent I love your work and would love to see more.” His thumb stroked her cheek then he let his hand fall as Beth came back with their dinner.
“Hey Beth we are going to take this upstairs to my studio do you think you can get us more drinks.” She grabbed the plates as the waitress grabbed them two more drinks and handed them to Tyler.
Tyler followed Jenna through the kitchen then up the back stairs to what was a loft. When they entered Jenna put everything down on a table and took the drinks from his hands. Tyler just looked around. There were paintings and charcoal drawings there was even a few sculptures. He walked around and looked at each one.
Making his way back to Jenna he wrapped his arms around her. His one hand was making its way up her back, and he tangled it in her long hair. Pulling her to him he kissed her long hard slowly and completely. Jenna wrapped her arms around him and held on. Kissing him back with all she had. They stayed like that for who knows how long before Tyler looked down at her.
“You are an amazing person Jenna Heather Flynn an outstanding artist and stronger than you give yourself credit for. The emotion and passion that comes across in your art is astounding. I want you Jenna I want you so bad. I want to touch every inch of your body and bring you pleasure. I want to soothe your fears and show you the world I want to give you more subjects to paint.” Running his hand down the side of her face, caressing her and praying she wants him the same way.
“Tyler I want that too. I want to take a chance. Aunt Emma, Sara and Dean and even the therapist I see from time to time are always telling me to try new things and go outside my comfort zone. My heart is racing my mind won’t shut off and there is a part of me that wants to run and hide from you. But I want to see where things can go with