Naty Daybs - Muse for the artist

– Young man, you are so kind, – Ritka yelled – only take care of Yana and don’t frighten her. It’s hard for her, poor thing, in this life.

– Rita, no lamentations. Everything’s fine with me.

Mikhail looked seriously at me, then at Rita.

«She’s completely safe here. I will take dust from it.

– Not worth it. I can go to the shower. – I tried to defuse the situation.

– I have to go. I’ll see you at lunchtime. Don’t be bored here.

«Have a good day,» I said to Mikhail, and he, smiling with satisfaction, left the room.

– This is not a man!!! This is a diamond!!! – Rita said with delight. Look! You are in a fairy tale! People pay crazy money for such a thing, and this is all for you for twenty-five days! Wow!

– I like the house too.

– «I also like the house» – my friend mimicked me. What’s your tone? I’m sure he liked you! He hardly looks at me, but does not take his eyes off you! Unscrew it and marry yourself!

– You are crazy? I don’t need his money.

– Then why did you go here? AND? Do you think he’ll just paint you? Don’t be so naive! Yes, he will sleep with you and pay! Well, maybe draw too, of course. But sleep definitely!!!

– But the contract states that any intimate relationship is only on my initiative.

– Well, go ahead? Show initiative!

– No, Rita! I went here only for one simple reason! – I can no longer be at home alone. I see Max everywhere there! I can’t eat, sleep there! I just can’t, you know? Going to your parents is not an option. I tried it when Max left a note. I thought I’d quit, return to my hometown. But there is rotten stuff. I need this job. Here the salary is not too high, but enough for life. And in their hometown, half of the population is either unemployed or with a minimum salary. And here I can at least help my parents financially. I send them ten thousand a month. Mom needs medicine. And dad often mopes.

– Damn, I’m sorry… You’re out of hopelessness, and I’m here, you fool, I’m glad.

– Come on, everything is fine. Let’s break through. I’ll be a little muse for the artist. And then how it goes. I don’t want to guess. Vaughn made a wedding with Max, and he…

– He’s a scoundrel and a freak. All, forget about him. Let’s go to the console to cut. As in childhood. Did you play console as a child?

– Yes of course. Let’s go. Otherwise, Michael will come and I won’t see you for a week. Are you coming next weekend?

– I’ll try. I will not promise. My name is called on a visit… But I will try. Here is cooler than any expensive hotel and you are nearby

– Thank you, friend, you are the best. Take care of yourself and call. Or write. There seems to be a problem with the connection. Misha said yesterday.

– You, too, call and write.

Then we went and cut into the console, like two youngsters. Mikhail caught us in this fun activity. He joined us for a short while, and then looked at his watch and said that it was time for the guard Igor to go to town. But before that, we’ll all have lunch. After a delicious lunch, we said goodbye to Rita and she got into the car.

– Do you like it here? – Michael asked. Nervously pursing his lower lip.

– Yes very.

– I am glad. Can we get started now?

– Sure.

– Then please turn off the phone and put it here. I’ll put mine too.

– Good. Come with me.

We went to another room. All the walls were in different colors. In the middle was a comfortable chair and easel, and opposite was a small retro leather sofa. The wall behind the sofa was sky-colored. Mikhail offered to sit comfortably on the sofa. Then he closed the door from the inside.

– Why is it?

«The cleaning lady is coming soon. And now there is no need to clean up.

– Got it. – I tried to calm down. Mikhail, meanwhile, took off his jacket, shirt and remained in only jeans. I blushed a lot.

– I’m sorry, I’m embarrassing you. It’s so easy to work with. It’s not for five minutes.

– All right that’s okay. (The main thing is that he doesn’t offer me to undress, I thought to myself)

He sat down and began to paint. I just sat and looked directly at him as he said. His face was covered in paint. His muscles were moderately pumped up and looked unrealistically sexy in the semi-darkness of the room… Misha asked me to sit and just look out the window.

This was the second floor. Outside the window, only a green forest was visible. The window was ajar and a pleasant forest scent enveloped me. Enveloped and soothed.

Misha said that he would paint for exactly two hours. And all this hour I will have to look only out the window. I did just that. But I was thinking about Max. About the entire period of our relationship.

– Now you are as thoughtful as in our first meeting. The same brooding and sad. Are you thinking about your ex-boyfriend?

– No, not at all. Rather, just about life. Let’s not talk about what Rita said.

– Sure. We’re just working now. But I don’t want you to be sad.

– Agreed, I will not.

– And don’t be so shy. You look great!

– Well, yes, in a T-shirt and jeans..

– It doesn’t matter what you are wearing. You look natural.

At that moment, I caught myself thinking that in the morning I had completely forgotten about makeup. And I was terribly shy about my appearance. there was nothing special about me. blue eyes, light brown hair, medium height, thin arms, thin legs. The chest was really normal. I always wore the second size, but when I lost weight after breaking up with Max, my breasts, against the background of the belly stuck to the spine, now seemed just huge.

Me kaz It seemed that in the twilight of the room my crimson face was not so crimson, but it was self-deception. He really never said anything vulgar, didn’t touch me. I just drew. He looked into my face like no other, penetrating the depths of my DNA. Then he just got up, opened the door and said that the first day was the hardest and the work was over for today. He offered to relieve stress and swim in the pool. I agreed. We did a couple of swims and then went to have tea. After that we watched different films, mostly comedies. And they laughed a lot. Mikhail often looked at me, lightly licking his lips, which caused me to be overwhelmed with great excitement. But outwardly his behavior was perfect. he didn’t talk about Max or Rita anymore. Only once asked if I was too upset about her departure so early. But I really wasn’t upset. Rather, some tiny part of me was happy about my friend’s departure. And for this I was ashamed in front of her and in front of me too. In the evening we drank tea on the upper terrace and it was really cool. The evening forest air bewitched with its scent. Many different birds were heard and Misha and I tried to guess what they were singing about. We tried to portray them. And then they laughed for a long time. And when the sun was setting and the sky was covered with a crimson sunset, the view from the terrace was simply indescribable. Like this whole moment. I was happy that Rita was not around. We just sat and enjoyed the silence of this beautiful sunset. Usually in films, kissing begins at such moments. But Mikhail saw or felt that I was not yet ready for a new relationship, and after sunset he simply offered to accompany me to my room, wishing me pleasant dreams. So my first day of vacation passed.

– Knock-knock, can I come to you?

– Yes, come in.

– Good morning, Yana, how did you sleep? – Misha entered the room with a tray in his hands. On it were two cups of aromatic coffee and rolls.

– Good morning to you too. You shouldn’t have been so worried. I can eat in the kitchen too.