Ella was smiling, liking the way he applied the lotion on her back, he was applying gentle pressure on his hands, his massage was soothing and had a calming effect on her body.
"Come with me to my studio, Ella," he whispered.
"W-why?" she asked.
"I need to continue painting your portrait," he answered.
"No. I won't. What's the use of going back in there when you won't even donate the land to my charity project," she pouted.
He stopped applying lotion on her back.
She faced him.
"I would only go back there if you will donate that land," she said.
He took off his sunglasses and stared into her pretty eyes. "What are you willing to exchange for that expensive land?" he asked.
Ella becomes silent for a while. What were the things she's willing to give to him? What she can offer to him? She has no idea. What about if she will just ask him instead. "What do you want from me? I mean what can I exchange for that land?"
