By Jenna McKnight
What for those who had sculpted the proper copy of a beautiful Greek god and, correct sooner than you are approximately to unveil it to a bunch of women, it involves existence in all its bare glory? What in the event that your production desired to gift you by way of pleasing your each hope? What could you do?
in case you are Alexandra, you'll are looking to spoil anything.
The statue of Darius, playboy god, used to be imagined to herald much-needed funds for the orphanage the place Alex grew up. Now that it has miraculously became to flesh, she simply must provide it a small imperfection in order that it will flip again into the marble statue she created.
by no means brain that she fell in love with him—it—a little on a daily basis whereas she used to be sculpting the beautiful physique. by no means brain that he—it—is each piece as horny and captivating and strong as she imagined.
and she or he yes as heck just isn't tempted by way of his heated provide to meet her each wish . . .
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She stared at the pin lying on the ﬂoor. Picking it up, she inspected it, then let her gaze wander the room. “I think I’ve been working too hard,” she said. ” Matthew asked from the other room, then showed himself at the doorway as he pulled his T-shirt over his head and down his washboard abs. ” She sighed. ” She plucked Darius’s choice off the wall. Yes! “Fine. ” She pushed her sleeves up. ” 3 T he ﬁg leaf disappeared readily enough, but shaping what was left into the perfect male form presented a dilemma.
The knob rattled again. “If you don’t unlock this door this instant, I’ll . . ” Well, that was a new twist. If she’d had time to spare, Alex would’ve run upstairs and peeked out one of the dormer windows of the old carriage house–turned–studio just to watch her older sister throw a temper tantrum. Imagine, Claudia de Marco Ross Kline—married to a major St. Louis industrialist—having a tizzy just because little sister Alex wouldn’t let her watch her work. Time was short. The weekend would be here all too soon, and with it the sneak preview of her statue at a special Ladies’ Club luncheon.
One thing she could say about these ladies: they had a lot of faith in her. Not only all this hoopla, but they’d generously supported her with room and board for the past year, waiting for just this moment. Finally, the announcement, and Alex crossed her ﬁngers. She intently observed expectant faces in the crowd, watching their every movement, anticipating the usual lift of an A Greek God at the Ladies’ Club 57 eyebrow here and there, open-eyed wonder on almost everyone, mouths dropping open to ahhh their pleasure.
A Greek God at the Ladies' Club by Jenna McKnight