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Monday arrived, the clock ticking towards noon as Kate wrapped up her office tasks before the lunch break. She had opted for comfort, donning a breezy tank top paired with low-waisted pajama shorts. The doorbell chimed, interrupting her workflow. Kate opened the door to find Oliver standing there, his sketchbook in hand. He sported a loose shirt and khaki shorts. "Hey," Kate greeted him, offering a welcoming smile, before inviting him inside.

"I had nearly forgotten about our plans," Kate admitted, a hint of apology in her tone. Oliver, ever considerate, responded, "I'm sorry if I'm intruding. I can come another time."

"No, no," Kate reassured him. "I was just wrapping up work. Come on in, I'll fix you a cup of tea." With that, she gestured for him to follow as she made her way to the kitchen. In the coziness of her kitchen, Kate and Oliver sipped on the comforting warmth of tea. As they enjoyed the quiet moment, Kate casually inquired, "So, what's the plan? Do you want me to change?"

Oliver shook his head, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "I think you look perfect. Besides, I enjoy capturing the beauty of women in their casual space," he added, and Kate couldn't help but smirk at his words.

Back in the living room, Kate posed at Oliver's direction. Her casual attire exuded effortless elegance, a comfortable charm that seemed to inspire Oliver's artistic focus. He delved into a state of concentration, the sketchbook becoming a canvas for capturing every nuanced detail. The rhythmic scratching of the pencil echoed in the room as Oliver skillfully shaded and outlined the curves and lines of Kate's form.

Occasionally, he paused, his keen eyes studying the sketch and then Kate. "Adjust your arm a bit, and tilt your head just so," he would suggest, guiding her through subtle modifications to achieve the desired composition. Amidst the artistic process, he sprinkled compliments, his voice carrying genuine admiration. "Beautiful," he remarked, his tone resonating with appreciation. Oliver's compliments became like gentle brushstrokes, enhancing the overall ambiance of the room. The natural lighting filtering through the curtains played on Kate's features, creating an intimate atmosphere that seemed to blend seamlessly with the evolving artwork.

Oliver held up the final sketch, a sense of anticipation in his eyes as he asked, "What do you think?" Kate, standing beside him, took in the image. "Dang, that looks nice," she praised, placing a supportive arm on his shoulder. "Thanks, couldn't have done it without someone as hot as you," Oliver teased, earning a playful slap on the shoulder from Kate.

"But there's something missing," he continued, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Kate, curious, questioned, "What?" Oliver, with a bold yet lighthearted tone, suggested, "Do you mind losing your pants?" The unexpected request caught Kate off guard, but she decided to keep the atmosphere playful. "You're subtle," she joked.

"Only if you're comfortable, of course. I think it would look much better without those baggy pants." The suggestion lingered in the air.