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hits it with a solid thud.
     
    He's toying with me on purpose. You know the way some animals like killer whales toy with their food before they devour it. I don't know whether to be turned on or terrified for my life. Is this how he keeps himself entertained? Coming onto the help? Testing willpower of defenseless, overworked assistants like me? Whatever the case may be, I know one thing for sure. Eight weeks of this will certainly get me fired when they send me to the loony bin for losing my grip on reality. He's just a man. A very charming, tempting, scrumptious when wet, man. A very charming, tempting, scrumptious when wet, and even more heavenly underneath me type of man. But he's just a job. One more thing to check off between picking up dry cleaning and searching old book stores for original Captain America comic books for Brandi's son's endless collection. I can do this. I can survive a couple months with an artist. Can't be that much harder than my normal job of pleasing a woman whose long list of 'I can't believe she's making me do this' continues to grow every single day. Like I said. He's just one more thing to check off
     

Tucker
     
    I loved seeing June Bug wiggle in embarrassment. Her face faded to this deep rose color, which most would think impossible given her skin complexion. Common mistake. Any true artist not only knows that to be a myth, but appreciates the unique way different skin tones look when someone is blushing. Then there was the way her chest heaved harshly and those big brown eyes of hers widened to the brink of intrigue as opposed to humiliation. The look within itself is a work of art. She is a work of art. Even love the less than poetic way her sentences jumble together during the attempt to gain her composure. What's odd to me is....in a city I swear I know as well as I know myself, I've never crossed paths with anyone like her before. She reminds me of finding a new shade of paint after declaring you knew every one to ever exist.
     
    I run my fingers through my wet brown hair. “And how long have you been working for my aunt again?”
     
    June takes a left turn. “Almost two years now.”
     
    “Hm.”
     
    “Hm, what? What do you mean by hm? Hm, you don't think I make a good assistant for her? Why would you think that?”
     
    The slight panic in her voice makes me smirk. “Relax, June Bug-”
     
    “I object to that nickname.”
     
    “I just think it's weird you've been working with her for two years and I'm just now meeting you.”
     
    She casually replies as she merges onto the highway, “From my understanding you only visit sporadically and in short bursts.”
     
    “Usually just long enough to get a medical stamp of approval.”
     
    “Exactly. Chances are you've probably seen me before and just didn't pay any attention to me. I'm practically invisible. Very easy to forget.”
     
    “Nothing about you is easy to forget, June.”
     
    Trust me. I never had an issue not thinking about a specific woman before, yet June challenges that notion. I tried to think about the woman I left behind in Hilo, our memories together or any female memories prior to meeting June, but it didn't work. The only thing I wanted was to see her face again. I almost texted her at 2 a.m. to come over just so I could see her face. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, but whatever it is, can be soothed with some more in depth art time. My sketch pad isn't cutting it.
     
    She nibbles on her bottom lip.
     
    “But even if that were true, you'd remember seeing me.”
     
    “That's awfully cocky.”
     
    “I didn't mean it like that.”
     
    “Like what? Because you're sexy, and charming, and a walking wet dream, I wouldn't be able think about anything else after meeting you?”
     
    Was that a secret confession her mind can't let go either?
     
    “Oooo.” Her teeth chomp down on her bottom lip. “Sorry. That...wrong. You. Came.” She shakes her head, blushing again. “Came out wrong.