Chapter Four
“Stand here,” he said. His warm tones were very businesslike. He was being the artist at work, not the mentor/instructor. It was a different side of the man than she was used to seeing. She was a little taken aback at first, that she was just a body, just a simple nude female body that he would move about, pose and play with as it suited his fancy. It was all detached, and not nearly as provocative as that night in the art institute. Malcolm was a perfectionist, everything would have to be just so.
However, when he pulled her from one position to another, and posed her with his “hands on” style, she couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he were to slip, just a little, fingers touching her pubic mound or brushing against her breast. Her arousal would certainly rise th
