Looking around as if through his eyes, she could see that it would appear cluttered, but she knew it was clean. Dirt and dust were not good for wet paint. With him just standing there, his back so close, she couldn’t resist any longer and had to run her hands over the well-defined muscle formation. She could see those protruding ridges stretching the lines of his shirt. He looked so powerful, so masculine. Mandy was almost drooling at the thought of copying his likeness to canvas. She was a little distracted by her own imagination, so when he spun her around and grabbed at her hands, halting their explorations over him, she jumped. “Whoa there, wait a minute, woman. A man normally likes to take the lead in this sort of thing.” JT spoke in an amused but throaty voice. Mandy looked up at him, confused and a little annoyed. He held her hands in his, a little above her head, his grip firm but still gentle. Strangely, she did not feel even a flicker of fear. “You have the most impressive body I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing up close.
