He said, "That's great. Let me get my camera."

I waited patiently as Ian got out his digital camera. "Let's start with what you're wearing now," he said as he started taking pictures of me on black low-cut lace and satin dress with black stiletto heels with satin lace-ups. My medium dark auburn hair was down to my shoulders with candy curls at the ends.

I did a few poses and smiled for Ian. We were loving it. I felt so confident about myself.

So I said brazenly, "Ready for my next ensemble?"

"Yes, please! Do take your time," he said happily.

I got my duffle bag, went into the bathroom, and changed. A few minutes later, I came back with my second outfit. It was a deep purple corset with black buttons, ribbon trim, faux pockets, and gauze-trimmed hem with matching mini skirt.

"Oh my God! Lynette, you look as sexy in the purple outfit as you were in the sexy little black dress!" Ian exclaimed excitedly as he took more pictures.

My next outfit was a total showstopper. I wore a red dress with a contoured, lace-edged bra, a cross-laced bodice, thin adjustable straps, thin ribbon ties at center front, and a swirly, flirty skirt.

"Wow, you're a very sexy lady in red," Ian said with such amazement.

After taking some more pictures, Ian and I were ready for a break. I changed into back into my black dress and sat in the living room. Ian went into his art studio, printed the pictures saved on an USB drive that were transferred from the camera to his computer, and started painting onto the canvas. While Ian was painting, I got really comfortable on his sofa, got out my design sketchbook, and scanned through it.

Almost two hours had passed and Ian came out from his art studio.

He said, "My first painting is complete. Come take a look."

I followed Ian to his art studio and got my first look at the masterpiece.

"Ian, it's amazing!" I exclaimed happily.

"I think so too," Ian agreed.

I had noticed that Ian used one photo of each in my outfits and put them in a collage before painting. Ian then got out a chilled bottle of pinot noir and poured it into two wine glasses. We sipped our wine and talked about our lives, jobs, and families. He then told me that the wine we were drinking was from a winery in Sonoma that his aunt and uncle on his mother's side own and operate. I was still in awe of seeing myself in a painting.

Then all of a sudden, Ian put down his glass and softly kissed my lips. I put my glass down as he continued kissing me. He took my hand, slowly pulled me up, and kissed my lips again but only deeper. He stopped and looked at me head to toe.

"Lynette, you look so sensational. I can't wait to feel you in my hands," Ian said to me.

I smiled at him as he softly touched my face. His fingers lightly lowered to my shoulders. He carefully lowered the wide straps to my dress as he kissed and licked my neck. He unzipped the back of my dress while he kissed my face and neck. His hands softly caressed my lush body as my dress fell to the floor. I watched as he took off his paint-covered