The Sunset Prophecy (Love & Armageddon #1) Read Online Free Page B

blood packet, and stirred it with his finger. “I’m humbled by your determination to get me to do this interview, but honestly, I don’t feel comfortable letting your readers know who I amyet,” he said, smacking his lips after tasting the sanguine paint. “I feel my anonymity is what drives my popularity. You know, kinda like that Banksy dude.”
    Behind Logan, three paintings adorned the wall of the partition. They displayed his trademark reddish hues.
    “No, I disagree. Your work is what makes you popular,” she said. Logan could feel the excitement in her voice. “But I do agree that your mysterious nature enhances everything.”
    Flattered, Logan grinned. “Go on,” he said, kicking up his feet on top of an ottoman.
    “ Well, for example, your Claret Clarice , which just sold for $400,000...”
    “ ...absurd, don’t you think?” he interrupted.
    “ What?”
    “ It’s ridiculous that there are people out there who are willing to drop that sort of money on a whim for some dude’s doodle.”
    “ A doodle? It’s an impressionist piece of a timeless woman wearing a crimson dress that can’t even be recreated by software Pantone models.”
    “ Don’t you think that money could’ve gone to enhance the human condition?” he asked.
    The woman on the line paused. “Your work is admired by powerful and successful people. You never have to worry about being part of the legions of starving artists. Your work inspires many, which means you’re already enhancing the human condition.”
    Logan lifted his feet off the ottoman and downed the packet of blood. With the back of his hand, he wiped away the crimson trickle from his mouth. “I guess,” he said, subdued.
    “ I can have our photographer meet you right away for a photo shoot. How about it? We would be honored to be the first ones to show your face to the world.”
    “ No, thanks.”
    “ Oh, come on, Mr. Drake, your work is about to detonate like an atom bomb onto the art world.”
    “ Not right now. It just doesn’t feel right at the moment.”
    “ Can you at least tell me your age? I need to paint a picture of what you look like to our readers.”
    “ Just tell them I’m young. Youth rules in this town anyway.”
    “ Well, how old? Early 20s?”
    “ Sure,” Logan said, as he began sculpting a form on the canvas with his blood-dipped index finger.
    “ I’m going to go ahead and print what was discussed in this conversation, is that okay?”
    As Logan stroked the canvas, the crackling sounds of beams settling caught his attention. He turned to look over his shoulder, and Eva ’s nude hip rested against the wooden archway. Her white silk robe covered the edges of her curvy chassis. Her skin sparkled with the cherry-scented, glittery lotion she had slathered on her midsection. “Get off the phone,” she whispered.
    The dark pupils in his caramel eyes widened as his eyes met hers.
    “ Logan, are you there?” insisted the woman on the phone.
    “ Yeah,” Logan said, while distracted at the sight of Venus. And her longing look.
    “ Are we done with the interview?”
    “ Sure,” he muttered into the phone, still marveling like an owl that had accidentally flapped into the temple of the Karni Mata.
    Logan placed the phone on the ottoman. He stood up from his chair and wrapped his wiry and toned upper frame against his latest muse ’s abdomen. Small pecks ensued, signaling a joyous escape from the hyena-like requests of yet another try-hard who wanted to capitalize on the fame that he often despised.
    “ Sorry about that...”
    “ It’s a bit cold in there,” Eva said. “Keep me warm.”
    She lifted one of her legs and wrapped it around Logan like a bronzed serpent. “Is this what it’s like being Logan Drake? Everyone out there trying to make a name for themselves by letting the world know who you are?”
    Logan ’s arm curled around Eva’s sculpted back. He jerked her toward his bare chest and slid the smooth side of his chin