A tender new relationship…an artist and a construction worker. They are a work-in-progress with potential to be a portrait of happiness. But her desire for him as the subject in her next painting may taint their chances…
She walked across the room and stood next to him.
“I have no sexual feelings for these men. I see human form and I paint it.”
She took a step forward toward one of the paintings.
“This,” she pointed to the man’s upper arm, “This muscle mass, the curves it makes under the skin and the shadows that it creates on the skin fascinate me. It’s a form of beauty in the most purest sense. I get joy from recreating it.”
She let that information sink in for a moment.
“Nothing else, David.”
“How could you not react to these different men and their bodies? Do you expect me to believe that?”
“No, because I never said that they don’t affect me. Of course, I notice that they are very handsome men. However, I don’t develop feelings for them. They don’t ‘do’ it for me. I paint them. I don’t desire them. It’s like a doctor-patient relationship.”
She smiled a small smile at the thought.
“Now, when it comes to David Cargill, that’s when I sit up and take notice. He turns me on. He is someone I desire.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I write stories about romance. They center on learning about the characters backgrounds, personalities and life circumstances that mold them into who they are and how they love.
I am a sassy 40-something year old. I live in a quiet farming town in New England with my husband of fifteen years and our three rescued cats.
After college I facilitated improvement in the physical abilities of children and the elderly then took the opportunity to enjoy my creative side. I love to sew, knit, write…sing and drink martinis (not necessarily at the same time).