"Oh, I don't believe any of that. I believe you can loosen up. I just think you haven't been given the right...impetus to do so." Alexander said as the waiter returned.
He ordered the red wine for both of them and the waiter hastened to obey. At Brooke's second question, he cast a very slow, very raking eye over her form from head to toe as she sat before him, noticing her shiver. One might get the impression that he was deciding which of the two ideas he favored most but he gave nothing away except for his approval of her dress and her form.
"Whichever you feel most comfortable with, my Muse. I will take what you give me and earn the balance of your trust from there." Alexander said, even as he imagined her sitting before him on a throne of onyx that complimented her skin.
She was already inspiring him. He wished he'd brought his sketch pad to draw her now...but he would have to hold this image in his mind until he could commit it to paper later.
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He ordered the red wine for both of them and the waiter hastened to obey. At Brooke's second question, he cast a very slow, very raking eye over her form from head to toe as she sat before him, noticing her shiver. One might get the impression that he was deciding which of the two ideas he favored most but he gave nothing away except for his approval of her dress and her form.
"Whichever you feel most comfortable with, my Muse. I will take what you give me and earn the balance of your trust from there." Alexander said, even as he imagined her sitting before him on a throne of onyx that complimented her skin.
She was already inspiring him. He wished he'd brought his sketch pad to draw her now...but he would have to hold this image in his mind until he could commit it to paper later.