Elliott says Amelia should model nude for him

Elliott leaned against the table. “You two should think about modeling.”

Amelia batted her eyelashes jokingly and flipped her hair over her shoulders. “Oh really? Do you use that line on all the women you fuck in your studio?” she said.

He chuckled. “Pretty much. Have you ever done it before?”

“Thanks, but I don’t think I’m cut out for it. I’m too busty,” said Amelia, squeezing her breasts together. Her dress was seductively low-cut. “You know how they call anyone above a C-cup ‘plus-size.’”

“Not at all,” Elliott said. “If you’re interested I’d love to paint you.”

“Paint me?” Amelia’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “What, like right now?”

“Why not?”

“What?” said May. “Amelia, we’re just-”

Her friend cut in. “Do you paint nudes?” she asked.

“Depends on who’s in front of me,” he said.

May’s heart raced. Was this how things were going to be? Elliott had crossed that line with her, and now here he was, flirting with her best friend so easily. She had thought that he was a sensitive soul, but maybe she had misjudged him. She had clearly misjudged her husband all those years ago.

Amelia tapped her chin. “I think you should. Right here, right now.”

Elliott’s eyes lit up, clearly excited by the idea. “Fuck yeah.” He glanced at May. “You going to stick around?”