Chapter 2“How do you want me?” Ryan had asked him that first day in Harley’s studio at the top of his house, and Harley wanted to groan and utter the truth right then—on top of me, my legs around you—having spent the last twenty-four hours possessed by the image of this man since they had met.
Word had got around in his circles about the new model on the scene and his perfect body. Harley usually painted landscapes and wanted to branch out into nudes, not least because he’d caught sight of Ryan at a gallery a few weeks previously, their eyes meeting across the room, Harley bewitched by what he saw.
Ryan came with a ready-made reputation, too, as someone who was willing to stay after the sitting was done for the right price and the right woman. Such rumors didn’t concern Harley, even if h
