Andrews "How about doing a picture of me?" he suggested, looking up from a watercolor of a bowl of fruit. "Of you?" The idea startled me. A slow grin appeared on his handsome face. "Sure. I hope it would be a lot more interesting than something like this." His grin quickly evaporated. Suddenly, those smiling sapphire eyes looked at me as I had never been looked at before. They darkened so with pure desire. "I'd even pose nude, if you like," he said. I know my cheeks turned crimson. "Nude! Beau!" "It's only for the sake of art, right?" he followed quickly. "And an artist has to practice drawing and painting the human body, doesn't she? Even I know that much," he said. "I'm sure your teacher will be taking you to his studio soon and have you do nudes. I hear there are college guys and girls who do it for the money. Or have you already drawn and painted someone in the nude?" he asked with a wry smile. "Of course not. I'm not ready for that sort of work yet, Beau," I said, my voice nearly failing.
