Tara attempted to get me to make the decisions on sales, but I refused.
"That's your job, sweetheart. I just put the paint on the canvas." I stopped myself before I swatted her ass. It was so tempting, even though it was also incredibly uncharacteristic of me. I was on a high, while Tara was on edge.
As the gallery owner, she wanted to please everyone, but she wasn't prepared for an auction.
"I don't want you to think I'm doing it to make more money for the gallery, Bastian. But what I do want to happen is to create a stir and get people excited about you again. You have the potential to clear more tonight than most people do in a year, and then have people waiting in line for more to come out of your studio."
There wasn't a piece of me that believed Tara would exploit me for money.
