“Aww, I want to see the little girl with the pet rabbit,” she commented while continuing to study what was in front of her, proving she could do two things at once. “And you do realize you’re taking me down to storage after this, right?” She looked over at me hopefully.

“Yeah, sure.” I knew how private it was down in the room where the excess art was stored and felt my cock wake up at the thought. Gabrielle returned her attention to her task, moving from painting to painting without urgency. She was something to watch in action. The scrutiny and attention she gave to each canvas was calculated. I could almost see the cogs turning as she took mental pictures and created a database in her head. “I’m going to leave you to it for a bit. I have some work that needs my attention and now is as good a time as ever. Are you all right in here on your own?”

“Of course.” She turned to me and gave up the most beautiful smile, the happiness on her lovely face evident. “Thank you, Ivan—for this—this amazing opportunity. I really just need an hour or two to take some pictures and make some preliminary notes. But I don’t even have my phone with me, let alone a camera.” She seemed frustrated. Of course she was. Our things hadn’t arrived from Hallborough yet.

“Here, use mine and you can send them to yourself when you’ve got what you need.” I handed over my mobile and gave her the code to unlock it. “Feel free to take one of your tits if you get bored with the paintings,” I told her with a straight face as I backed toward the door. “I’ll be in my study which is on this floor but it’s the opposite wing from here if you decide to go exploring,” I offered.

“Ahh, that’s so very sweet of you, Lord Rothvale, but I can say with confidence that there is absolutely no chance I will get bored with your paintings, so that means equally no chance you’ll find any pics of my tits on here when you get this back,” she said smugly as she held up my mobile, her smirk revealing how much she clearly enjoyed teasing me.

“Ahh, a pity, Miss Hargreave, a tragic pity indeed.” I put a fist to my heart, playing along. “Now that you’ve crushed my hopes, I have no choice but to leave you to your work.” I gave her a formal head bow.

She was still laughing at my sincere request for a titty shot when I closed the door behind me, appreciating her sense of humor and wickedly sharp wit. She was the perfect woman, really. She was perfect for me.

Gabrielle Hargreave was a beautiful creature inside and out. Intelligent, kind, and genuine. Everything she should be. And by the gods I wanted to keep her. I could only pray it took her a long time to do whatever the hell needed to be done with the paintings here at Donadea.