“He tries to remind himself that there is no reason he should feel guilty about being bound by one woman who is becoming entranced by another.”

“I'd heard about people falling in love, and I'd heard about lust. What I had never heard about was this all-consuming need to be inside another human being. I felt this desperate compulsion to become one with him. This was desire. This was to crave. This was what if felt like to want.”

“He is the enigmatic, mysterious artist, who is undeniably attractive, and he is the man who every woman wants to pose for, but he wants none of that. He only wants her. It all begins and consequently ends with Chantel Rosenberg.”

“I know I'm not the woman he so obviously hungers for and even though I'm not who he wants, I find myself stupidly willing to be her substitute.”

“What do you think Gemma? Do you like being painted this way?" All I can think is that being painted by him feels a lot like being fucked by him, but he already knows that.”

“In his mind, it's becoming more and more difficult to differentiate between the two. Both woman seem to be merging into one, and it's now impossible for him to stay away.”

“I listen as he becomes a victim to his own seduction”