What if, underneath how much you try not to like someone, you can't ignore having a rare connection? If there is one thing she dislikes it's self-obsessed men. And even worse, self-obsessed, male artists who think they are a reincarnated Michelangelo. But there is something different about him and his nude paintings. His objectification of women is somehow complicated and suddenly she finds herself wondering what it would be like to be painted by him. What it would be like to be touched by him, to feel his eyes wandering up and down her naked body trying to capture the structure of her skin...
