A Private Affair 2

The next afternoon I found myself slipping into my new slinky Dior sundress and matching sandals as I made my way downtown. “14th street please, between 11th and Broadway!” I told the cab driver who gave a nod and pulled away from the curb.

I had a date with a certain royal blooded artist and I felt like dressing up the part. Luka and I had spoken on the phone for almost two hours last night, chatting, flirting, learning about each other. It was unbelievable how light and airy this man made me feel and I hadn’t even spoken two words to him in person yet. The last time a guy made me feel this way was…shit I can’t even remember? Now I was on my way to his personal art studio to get an exclusive look into his life and private affairs.