She hadn’t bothered with underwear. Carter told her it would just hinder access.“I only have diet soda and water,” she called.“Diet soda kills,” Carter called back.Lorraine chuckled and grabbed two bottles of water. She walked over to where he stood in front of some of her less risqué portraits. He looked like pure sin standing there with his chest and feet both bare, his jeans riding low on his hips. The jeans were unbuckled and partially unzipped, for the same reason she was going sans panties and bra.She handed him the bottle of water. “Diet soda does not kill.”“It kills taste buds.” He took the water from her and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose, then motioned to the paintings. “The only L. Elise paintings I’ve seen are the naked—” She gave him a stern look. “The more erotic ones,” he corrected. “But these are spectacular. Have you had showings of your...what should I call them...normal paintings?”“I’ve only offered a few to galleries. The L.
