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summer. Maybe somewhere on
him?
    She raised her eyes from the inscriptions and sighed. He was as
beautiful as she’d remembered. His thighs were muscled and strong, leading to a
firm ass that was more spectacular up close than from a distance. His narrow
hips invited Eva’s eyes to travel downwards and the bulge—artfully arranged
beneath the flowing alabaster cloth was beyond impressive.
    His arms were raised upwards and they too were something to
behold. Eva wished she could see his face but it was completely focused on the
sky. She could make out only a firm chin, sensual lips and his flowing hair,
the rest was lost to her.
    Once again, like yesterday Eva could feel her heart racing. It
was a ridiculous reaction to have to a statue but it was there nonetheless.
    Time to get creative. With shaky fingers, she opened her
pad and began.
    The lines of his body flowed on to the paper like they were
already there and mere minutes passed before Eva had the essence of him
recorded. This, she decided, would be the first of many sketches. She would
need to make dozens before attempting him on canvas.
    What should she call him? Eva leaned her elbows on the fountain
wall and considered. “It has to be Adonis,” she said aloud. “Adonis
supersized.”
    She giggled. If I paint him I’ll call it that. The title
alone would be enough to get some attention. Her artistic side satisfied for
the moment Eva’s thoughts drifted down far less satisfactory routes.
    She’d had the best night for some time. Good food, a comfy bed,
not to mention warmth, but rather than make her feel better the opulent
surroundings only served to highlight everything that was wrong in her life. No
decent job, a crappy apartment and a distinct lack of cash.
    This job would take care of all of that once she saw it through.
The money would allow her to look for a proper job whilst eating properly and
heating her room but other things were not so easy to fix.
    She eyed Adonis again and sighed. Would she ever be lucky enough
to meet a real life version of him? It seemed highly unlikely right now and Eva
couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for herself. She’d never had much luck with
men and the last six months had not helped. Eva’s last boyfriend was... she
calculated... over two years ago.
    I’m almost a bloody spinster and at twenty seven years old
that is not a good place to be.
    There had been a couple of dates since then and she’d had a fling
with an old friend over a year ago, out of frustration more than anything else,
but the pleasure of having her own man, to service her when required, was a
distant memory.
    “I bet you’d be something in bed,” she said to the statue, and
then laughed at her own silliness. She was outside in the freezing cold talking
to an inanimate object. It was pretty pathetic she had to admit, but then it
was better than talking to herself, something she’d increasingly been doing for
the last six months.
    “With those muscled arms and chiseled chest...”
    Adonis did not respond.
    Sighing again, Eva stamped her feet for warmth. Maybe it was time
to turn her attention to some of the men inside the house, real, breathing,
warm men. It was either that or her pocket-rocket, which in all honesty she was
getting pretty damn bored with. What she wouldn’t give for some proper, hot,
dirty sex. To welcome a man between her legs and feel him filling her.
    She looked back up at Adonis and felt her nipples tingle. Damn
I’m in bad shape if a statue is doing this to me!
    The weak winter sun was beginning to rise now and Eva reckoned
she had maybe an hour or so before she would be missed. She would have liked to
stay and look at Adonis a little bit more but two things stopped her. Firstly
if anyone else was up and about they’d think it was pretty weird that she was
hanging around the statue. She had to work with these people for the next
several weeks and it was not a good idea to have them think she was a loon.
Secondly there