Chapter 97 - The Little Guy

LAKE

The painting and the naked man sculpture had finally arrived.

Since that fundraiser, Maverick and I have yet to talk about the company I wanted to start under her name. She also did not ask me who the woman we bumped into was.

I unboxed the sculpture while she was unwrapping the painting. “Where do you want me to put this?”

“In your bathroom or bed.” She tried hard not to laugh. The model may be naked, but the private part was covered, unlike the statue of The Thinker and David. Still, the ass was exposed.

“I broke the Knight. This serves a place here.” I put it on the coffee table and cracked her up.

“Well, this is your penthouse.” She shrugged. Her hands were on the frame. I didn’t know why she was fascinated with the painting of all the unique and impressive displays.

“Our penthouse, and that’s why I chose this one, aside from our donations.”

“Right. A naked man. If you are on a business trip, I’ll sit here and watch this little naked guy, hoping he would turn to human.”

“This