Melody had no clue what she would actually do with the painting, but she was definite as hell she wasn't going to discard it. She had gone through so much pain trying to get that finished. And yes, she considered this scenario a bit painful. "Okay, and if daddy asks, you were a professional model, and not some bloke that goes to school with me," she laughed.
She felt his hot breath on her skin as he spoke. Head tilted unconsciously to allow him better access, and then mentally cursed at himself for doing so. "Which is why you get hauled into shit," she managed to choke out as his lips pressed along her skin.