Author Krystina Stevens

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Story imitating art? Dutch art heist ties in with a scene in my erotic short!

Well, this was eye-catching for me! As a preface, here is a snippet of a scene from my erotic thriller short, Lust and Larceny:

“Hey, don’t knock impressionism,” Ariana said. “That’s a Monet. London, the Parliament, Effects of Sun in the Fog, it’s called. I love the way the sunlight spreads across the surface of the river. Just a hint of what’s in the sky above. Oranges and reds. Sexy.” She took one last deep breath, tasting his scent.

Trevor reached over and stroked her shoulder. “With the money we just made,” he said, overemphasizing the first syllable of the word money, “you can probably buy an original Monet.”

Ariana groaned at his lame pun. If there was one thing Trevor was lacking, it was a sense of humor. However he more than made up for it with his other talents.

She laid her right hand on his chest and rested her chin on it, looking at him with a grin. “It is an original.” She bent her head forward and bit his nipple. “Now how about that celebratory tequila?”

She gave his softening cock one last squeeze and got up from the bed. She picked up her black button-down shirt from the floor and threw it on, then padded over to the kitchen. The floor was chilly; not for the first time she regretted having this studio apartment done in hardwood. These winter nights, she’d much rather have had a nice wool carpet, perhaps a fine Persian. Maybe in the next one.

“Original?” Trevor called from the bed. “Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.”

She picked up the bottle of Casa Herradura Seleccion Suprema and pulled out the glass stopper. It had been several weeks since she had savored her favorite libation, and her mouth watered. She sniffed the open bottle, breathing in the cinnamon and vanilla aromas. She saved this particular tequila for special occasions such as this. A cool forty million distributed among her various offshore accounts certainly qualified as a special occasion.

“How much did it cost?”

She picked up the glass she had set aside for Trevor and poured three fingers of the amber liquid into it. “Not sure. Maybe eighteen or so.” She reached up into the overhead cabinet and took out her favorite fluted tequila snifter and poured her own three fingers.

“Eighteen grand? Seems like a bargain for some famous original.”

She set the bottle down. “Million.”

“Eighteen…million?” His voice rose half an octave and Ariana smiled.

“Something like that. A gift from a former boyfriend.” She held the two glasses up to one of the tiny LED lights in the kitchen ceiling and swirled them. The light filtered through the amber and cast yellow tinged beams onto the countertop.

“I’m feeling a bit inadequate,” Trevor said with a small laugh. “How am I supposed to compete with that?”

Ariana walked back into the bedroom and kneeled at the edge of the bed. “You don’t need to, babe. He’s moved on.” She handed him his glass. “It’s just you now.”

Now, here is an article on an art heist that happened yesterday in Rotterdam. Not the same painting, but it’s the same impressionist subject, London, that Monet used quite often:

Thieves broke into a Rotterdam museum on Tuesday and walked off with works from the likes of Picasso, Monet, Gauguin and Matisse potentially worth hundreds of millions.

Among the stolen paintings were… Claude Monet’s 1901 “Waterloo Bridge, London” and “Charing Cross Bridge, London”…

Whoa. I swear it wasn’t me. Or Ariana, or her former boyfriend. Really.

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