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Love Like Art
'I promise you're going to enjoy this,' Rose
said excitedly to her older brother. 'And one of
my favourite artists has some stuff on display
tonight.'
Derek Hudson was glad to be with his sister but
he hated the art shows she kept dragging him to.
He would have preferred sitting on the couch
with a beer on a Saturday night.
'We're here!' Rose announced.
Derek reluctantly parked his white Range Rover
in the lot.
'Can't I just stay here?' he whined.
'Stop being such a baby and just let yourself
loose for once.' Rose said, practically dragging
him out of the SUV.
Keri Martins sat alone at the mini bar,
nervously eyeing anyone who took a look at her
artwork. It was her strategy to stay away. Keri
had always thought that a true artist should let
the artwork do the talking. And besides, she was
extremely shy and avoided "mingling". She looked
at the empty seat next to hers and sighed.
Normally, her best friend, Matt would be with
her but he wasn't. He was on his honeymoon. The
loneliness and sadness filled her again. She
secretly wished for what he had...a soul-mate.
'Keri, there you are!' She was knocked out of
her reverie by the sound of Rose's voice. 'Your
stuff looks great tonight!'
'You're just saying that.'
'No, I'm serious.' Rose insisted. 'Even my
brother is interested.'
Rose nodded towards the direction of Derek, who
was a couple of feet away, intently staring at
one of Keri's paintings.
Derek didn't know what it was but something
about the painting caught his attention. It was
like the image reminded him of something,
someone. Something that brought back a pleasant
memory, but he just couldn't put his finger on
it. It was an impressionist painting; he knew
that because of the three years he spent in a
posh English boarding school.
'Oy, Derek, get over here!'
Rose's voice snapped him back to reality and he
sauntered to the bar where she was sitting next
to some other girl.
'Keri, this is my big bro, Derek. Derek, this is
Keri Martins. The painter of the piece you were
staring at right now.'
'I finally get meet the person my sister's
always raving about.' Derek said casually.
She looked like such a typical artist in a gypsy
skirt and sneakers. Her wild curly hair was tied
up in a pony on the side of her head. Her deep
brown eyes and pouty lips and smooth medium
brown skin rated her "cute" on Derek's scale.
Definitely nothing more.
'Nice to meet you too.'
Keri wanted to kick herself. She was in the
presence of an insanely hot guy and all she
could cough up was 'Nice to meet you'. Smooth
move Martins. But she couldn't help it. Derek
had her tongue-tied. Broad shoulders, maybe 6':
he was like her redhead Adonis.
'Derek moved here from L.A. last week.' Rose
announced.
Keri nodded. 'How do you like New York so far?'
she asked.
'It's ok.' Derek shrugged. 'Except for Rose
here, who is as annoying as hell.'
'Yep, Rose is one of a kind.'
'You know you love me.' Rose nudged her brother.
'Well, I'm going to have a look about. Wanna
join me Derek?'
Derek shook his head. 'I think I'll just sit
here for a while. Have a drink or two.'
'Have it your way.' Rose disappeared into the
crowd.
Derek ordered a beer from the bartender and
seemed completely oblivious to Keri's existence.
Keri didn't seem to mind. She could sit and ogle
at how gorgeous he looked. Keri knew a guy like
Derek would never give her a second glance so
she didn't bother getting her hopes up of
getting any where with him, even though he was
good to look at. She stared at his large,
masculine hands that were clasped around the
Heineken bottle, imagining them caressing her
waist, moving down her thighs...
'So Keri, how did you become friends with my
crazy sister?'
'We met at an art show, kinda like this one.'
She mumbled a reply.
She took a sip of her fruit juice, kicking
herself inside for not saying something wittier.
'Rose has always been obsessed with art. Pity
she's not any good at it.' Derek turned to look
at Keri. 'You're fucking brilliant. Where did
you learn to paint like that?'
Rose felt her face burn up. She wasn't sure
whether it was from the compliment or from
receiving a gaze from Derek's emerald green
eyes.
'Um, my dad.' She found her voice again. 'He was
a painter himself.'
'He taught you well.'
'Thanks.'
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